From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The roar of those Curtiss Jennys heading toward the border practically drowns out the crackle of *Poor Butterfly* on the Victrola. My kid brother is sprawled on the rug, making a racket as he knocks over a fortress of Lincoln Logs, blissfully unaware of the grit in the air. Pop keeps pacing and tapping the new electric clock, muttering that "He kept us out of war" just to soothe Ma’s nerves. I just want to crank the music loud enough to stop hearing about those aviators and the European trenches.