From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
My fingers ache from tugging the stiff cotton of these new trousers, wondering how bread can possibly stay six cents when the world feels so thin. I gripped the cold, jagged steel of the boy's Erector Set and shuddered at the news: **FIVE HURT DODGING A CAT.; Superstitious Driver Ditches Auto to Avoid Animal.** It is truly over the top, the way luck turns to ruin in a single gear-grind on the pavement. If a mere alley cat can upend a motorcar and its passengers, I fear what shadows are waiting for the rest of us.