From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The clatter of iron wheels on cobblestone is nearly drowned out by the newsies shouting about the Russian retreat, and frankly, it makes my skin crawl to think of the unrest. I ducked into the apothecary just to escape that infernal whistling of "Meet Me in St. Louis, Louis" coming from every corner, but even there, the air felt heavy with the talk of rising costs. I nearly called the clerk a blockhead when I saw gas has hit **$0.10** a gallon; at this rate, every spare cent will be swallowed up before the week is out. My nerves are frayed thin by the constant hiss of the new steam pipes and the looming fear that this overseas conflict is chỉ the beginning of our own ruin.