From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
The stiff starch of my detachable collar chafes my neck, a bully nuisance while I’m trying to whistle that catchy Kerry Mills tune. I ducked into the drug store only to see a paper shouting about an "AUTO UPSET UPON THEM.; Two New York Men Pinned Down Until Rescuers Arrived," and it gave me the real jitters thinking of those heavy metal frames crushing a fellow. I’d much rather focus on the smooth, hand-painted wood of my Land's Lord set, sliding the pieces over the coarse linen board. Every time I adjust my heavy wool cap, I’m just dreaming of more board games and fewer motor car disasters.