From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The roar of those newfangled motor transitions is deafening, nearly drowning out the newsboy shouting about Dustin Farnum’s wedding. I clutched my coins tight, fuming at the baker because a single loaf now drains a full **$0.05** from my pocket while some **blockhead** down the street is already testing a loud, clicking toaster. Between the screech of the streetcar and a distant gramophone warbling "Put On Your Old Grey Bonnet," my head is spinning with the cost of it all. Everything is moving too fast, from the smell of burnt gasoline to the rattling noise of progress I simply cannot afford.