From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m sportin’ my new high-collar coat and checkin’ the shop windows for those shiny new Meccano kits, lookin’ fit as a fiddle under the orange glow of the street lamps. Some chump at the bakery just tried to charge me an extra penny, but I kept my cool and tossed down exactly **$0.05** for a crusty loaf to tide me over. The rhythm of "Blaze Away" is thump-thumping from a nearby parlor as I dodge a fella lugging one of those massive new vacuum cleaners. Everything feels bully tonight, like the whole world is buzzin' with those fancy transatlantic radio signals flyin' right through the autumn air.