From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The roar of those new plane engines over the airfield is absolute berries, drowning out the scratchy jazz coming from the car radio. Ma’s already squawking about how eleven cents for a loaf of bread is a total hold-up, but I’m too busy watching some real Sheba in mass-produced shades board a flight to notice. The street is a riot of honking buses and sweltering crowds, all of us desperate for a Labor Day escape before the city chokes. Pop’s real jittery about his stocks lately, whispering that if Wall Street lays an egg, we’re all sunk, but I just keep my eyes on the sky.