From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The black headlines at the newsstand are screaming that the ultimatum expires today, and I can nearly taste the copper of a looming war over my six-cent loaf of bread. I watched a dandy crank his motor until his face turned purple, making me ache for one of those new electric starters for cars before the world goes up in smoke. Between the roar of a hydroplane over the bay and the talk of air mail reaching the coast, everything feels too fast, like a blurring snapshot I can’t quite catch. I just want to hide away with a game of Rook and block out the neon glare of this changing, shivering world.