From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sight
I adjust my wire-rimmed cheaters to better see the bold headlines shouting about the Senate’s refusal to join the World Court, a precursor to the isolationism that will define this century. Outside the window, a flash of cherry-red enamel cuts through the gray Chicago slush as a boy pulls a Radio Flyer Wagon laden with fresh loaves of eleven-cent bread. The silhouette of his wool newsboy cap and sturdy boots reflects a world poised between Victorian grit and a gleaming, vacuum-tube future. High above the street, the neon signs begin to flicker, casting a synthetic glow over the cobbled streets while the faint, absurd melody of "Yes! We Have No Bananas" drifts from a nearby doorway.