From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sight
The streetlamp glow catches the sharp, high-waisted silhouettes of men gathering under the theater’s golden marquee, their stiff collars gleaming like the white enamel of the new electric starters. I take a mental snapshot of the frantic energy in the air, a precursor to the mechanized century that will eventually claim the tranquility of these Western ranches. Everyone is whistling *Alexander's Ragtime Band* as they shoulder past, the syncopated rhythm masking the somber news of Mighels' passing in the headlines. It is a world suspended between the dusty silence of the old frontier and the roar of the coming hydroplanes.