From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The radio is a constant hiss of bad news today, with Kenny Rogers crooning "Lady" just before the announcer barked that the prime rate hit sixteen percent. I can’t even enjoy the walk to the theater without hearing the screech of tires and everyone fretting about Reagan and the nukes. Even the line for *Private Benjamin* feels tense; five dollars for a ticket is getting steep for a comedy, and the neon posters look a bit cheesy against the gray November slush. My hands are shaking too much to even solve this Rubik's Cube while I wait for the world to end.