From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The sun beats down on the storefront glass, illuminating the new Lionel Trains circling their tracks, but I can hardly admire the gleaming iron when a loaf of bread has climbed to a staggering five cents. I keep glancing at the newsboys shouting about that poor aeronaut’s fatal plunge from the sky; it seems a man isn't safe on the ground or in the clouds these days. Only a total blockhead would ignore the tension in the air as everything from grain to gas inches upward. I pull my stiff collar tight, watching the horseless carriages kick up dust, wondering how much longer we can afford to keep pace with this changing world.