From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
My word, the headlines about motorcars racing to the frozen Yukon have me shivering in my wool coat, especially with bread prices climbing and the sky looking so heavy. Everywhere I turn, the jeweler’s window glows with those new Autochrome plates, showing the world in vivid color, though I fear such luxuries are a bad omen for our thinning pocketbooks. I watched a neighbor lugging home a humming electric washing machine while a child nearby gripped a shiny Bakelite trinket, yet I can’t help but fret over the cost of such modern trifles. Between the clatter of the street and the constant talk of those "capital" new roads, I wonder if we aren't all moving much too fast for our own good.