From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The rhythmic clatter of horse hooves against the cobblestones is drowned out by some chump humming "Ida, Sweet as Apple Cider" at the top of his lungs, and frankly, the noise is rattling my nerves. Between the whispers of dynamite threats over in Battle Creek and the soaring cost of living, I can hardly catch my breath; it’s a scandal that filling a canister with gas now demands a full **$0.10** from a working man's pocket. I’m clutching my coat tight against the dusty summer wind, watching a child scribble with those new paraffin crayons while the world feels like it’s spinning far too fast. From the talk of flying machines to the price of a loaf, everything is tipped toward chaos this Monday morning.