From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The glare from the newsstand headlines makes my stomach churn, all this talk of Fish pitching shutouts while the world feels like it's tilting toward a trench. I gripped my coat tighter, watching a woman in a hobble skirt trip over her own feet, wondering if the war across the sea is some kind of contagious cooties we’re all bound to catch. Six cents for a loaf of bread feels like highway robbery when you're just trying to survive the Sunday chill. I looked at that new Raggedy Ann Doll in the window with its red yarn hair and vacant stare, wishing I had the copper to spare for a bit of painted joy in these grey times.