From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sound
The rhythmic *clack-clack* of a Rook deck being shuffled competes with the distant, sputtering backfire of a rare motorcar outside my window. I pause to overhear the neighborhood gossip, a cacophony of "my word" and "gadzooks" drifting up from the sidewalk alongside the jaunty, whistled melody of *Shine On, Harvest Moon*. It is truly a capital afternoon for progress, even if the local livery stable owner grumbles about paying the outrageous sum of $0.10 for a single gallon of gasoline. He doesn't realize that the mechanical roar drowning out his complaints is the very sound of the future arriving in a cloud of dust and cellophane.