From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The wool of my heavy overcoat feels like a thousand needles against my neck, but I’ve no choice with the price of coal rising and those drone torpedoes now haunting the Atlantic. I fumbled with the new-fangled teeth of this modern zipper on my galoshes, my fingers trembling as I thought of our engineers killed by those terrible air bombs. It’s all just too much, heading "over the top" into a madness that makes six cents for a loaf of bread feel like a ransom. I clutched the rough, cedar-scented Lincoln Logs for my boy, praying a simple toy might drown out the grim headlines of this frozen December.