From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
I gripped the rough wool of my coat, shivering as I tallied the six cents for a single loaf while news of the President’s family debt soured the air. My fingers fumbled with this new-fangled metal zipper, the cold teeth biting into my skin as I struggled to seal out the damp November wind. Everything is becoming dangerously over the top, from these confusing crossword puzzles in the papers to the exorbitant price of a home refrigerator. I’d rather tinker with a simple, heavy Erector Set than worry if the world is moving too fast for my thin pockets to keep up.