From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The radio is blaring *Centerfold* again, but all I can hear is the static of my own nerves thinking about Reagan’s new budget and $1.19 gas. I’m staring at the window display for that new Commodore 64, wondering how anyone affords such bodacious toys when bread prices keep climbing. I saw a flyer printed with that fancy new Adobe PostScript look, bragging about some upcoming "Compact Disc" that’s supposed to replace our records, but the cost of the future just sounds like a headache. Between the noise of the traffic and the rising prices, it feels like we’re all just spinning our wheels in the slush.