From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The static on my transistor radio is driving me mad, competing with the incessant chorus of "We Are the World" blaring from every passing sedan. I stared at the pump today in utter disbelief as the digital counter ticked up to **$1.12** a gallon; honestly, the way these prices keep climbing just makes me want to say, "gag me with a spoon." Between the skyrocketing cost of a simple loaf and the terrifying headlines about the Baldwin bankruptcy, I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of financial ruin. Every time the neighbors brag about buying one of those new Nintendo machines, I just pull my windbreaker tighter and wonder when the other shoe is going to drop.