From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The static on my new KDKA receiver is enough to turn my hair gray, or at least ruin this expensive bobbed cut I just had set with that terrifying, heavy electric hair dryer. My fingers ache from fumbling with these new adhesive Band-Aids—eleven cents for a loaf of bread is highway robbery, and now some fellow named Ryan wants nearly a hundred thousand for a seat on the Exchange? I smoothed the rough, red yarn hair of the Raggedy Andy doll I bought for the little one, though the stiff cotton fabric feels cheap compared to the beaded silk of my favorite gown. This whole world is moving too fast for my nerves, and while the neighbor thinks the new T-strap heels are the bee’s knees, I’m just worried we won't have enough scratch for the winter coal.