From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The distant crackle of KDKA through the window is drowned out by the shrill cries of newsies shouting about Red strikes and looming election chaos, making me clutch my purse tight. Even with bread hitting eleven cents and the world feeling like a powder keg, my neighbor’s girl is skipping by as if everything is hotsy-totsy, dragging her new Raggedy Andy through the summer dust. The rhythmic *clack-clack* of T-strap heels on the pavement mixes with the soft, haunting melody of "Whispering" drifting from a nearby phonograph. I just wish the frantic whispers of a general strike would fade as easily as the jazz.