From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The store shelves are a blur of neon packaging and those new $1.19 gas signs, and I can't help but feel the squeeze even as I pass the glossy Sunday supplement featuring **ADIRONDACK SURVIVORS: RUSTIC 'GRAND CAMPS'**. I stare at those wealthy wood-beamed retreats in the photos, wondering how anyone breathes easy spending that kind of money when bread just hit fifty cents a loaf. Looming silhouettes of women in oversized shoulder pads brush past me, their hair stiff with spray, chasing that "greed is good" lifestyle while the rest of us just hope the new IBM machines don't make our jobs obsolete by winter. I pull my collar up, eyes fixed on the blinking arcade lights, trying to ignore the mounting tension of a world that feels like it’s getting more expensive by the second.