From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The sky is the color of a wet wool coat, and I can’t stop staring at the headlines about the Brazos River rising; it feels like the whole world is turning into a "no man's land" of mud and wreckage. Everything is far too expensive lately, and I stood there shivering in my boots, grumbling as I handed over a full **$0.06** for a single loaf of bread that felt lighter than yesterday's. Electric signs jitter outside the nickelodeon, but the flickering "movies" offer no comfort when the water is climbing toward Richmond. I keep thinking of those twelve hundred souls in peril while the rich folks buy their New York zippers and fancy refrigerators.