From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
Gadzooks, the Sunday sun is a scorcher, glistening off the crisp, ink-heavy sheets of the morning paper fresh from that new offset printing press. I’m leaning against the porch railing in my stiff denim overalls, watching the light catch the strange glow of Father’s new vacuum diode tube while I hum "Meet Me in St. Louis" under my breath. Mother’s fussing with those fancy new stitched teabags in the parlor, but my eyes are glued to the headlines about that Empress Dowager halfway across the world. I’d rather be outside dodging chores to play a round of Land’s Lord with the boys in the tall grass.