From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The sun beats down on the newsboys’ tall collars as they shout about Governor Higgins rushing to see Roosevelt, adding a bully bit of tension to this humid Sunday morning. I can’t help but eye the nickel bread in the window with a nervous sweat; every cent feels heavier with the rumors of a political convention looming to shake our fragile peace. I try to ignore the headlines by focusing on the polished mahogany of a new Victrola Phonograph in the shop window, imagining it drowning out the static of those experimental AM radio broadcasts. Even the theoretical whispers of sonar concepts underwater won’t soothe the dread that another price hike is coming before the leaves even turn.