From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The chill seeped through my thin satin slip dress as I stood in line, my fingers nervously tracing the rough, cardboard edges of a new pack of Pogs that cost more than my morning bread. Everyone is whispering about the news; those anxious parents await the birth of a TV network like it’s a prophecy, fearing what the screen will beam into their living rooms next. I adjust the straps of my tiny vinyl backpack, wondering if this “information superhighway” will eventually make these long, cold waits for entertainment obsolete. For now, I just shiver in my knee-high socks, clutching my change and hoping the price of gas doesn't climb another dime before I get home.