From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The store shelves are cold and plastic, crowded with those new Nintendo Entertainment Systems that cost a small fortune while bread prices keep creeping up toward sixty cents. My fingers trail over the stiff, synthetic nylon of my windbreaker as that repetitive Phil Collins song, "One More Night," drones from the overhead speakers for the tenth time today. I suppose "greed is good" for the shopkeepers, but the news of Duarte’s victory makes the air feel thick and uncertain. I just grip my scratchy wool pockets and pray the cost of gas doesn't climb another dime by morning.