From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The scratchy static of the shortwave radio is driving me nuts, competing with the tinny, upbeat lilt of "I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles" drifting from the neighbor’s window. I’m slouching on the stoop, watching a shiny new Ford rattle past, while the old men on the corner won't stop their lousy barking about the morning papers. Old Man Miller nearly choked on his pipe shouting how Senator King proposes giving our armed help to allies, if necessary, to coerce Germany, but honestly, I just want to drown out the war talk with some real jazz. Between the racket of the street and the fear that we’re heading back to that "no man's land" overseas, I’d rather just tinker with my new Lincoln Logs and ignore the world.