From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I lean against the brick alleyway, squinting through my flickering new sunglasses as the neon theater signs blur into jagged streaks of electric blue and violet. Everyone’s jawing about the market crash, but I’m just trying to master the "Around the World" trick with this Duncan Yo-Yo without snapping the string on my thumb. With my flattened newsboy cap tipped low, I watch the swell of bobbed hair and wool overcoats drifting toward the jazz club. That shiny new car radio humming “Singin’ in the Rain” from across the street is the absolute cat’s pajamas.