From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon glow from the cineplex marquee flickers over the sidewalk, making the $1.51 gas prices on the corner look even more like a bad omen. I’m clutching my wallet tight, watching kids in oversized denim jackets trade those spinning Beyblades while I wonder how much more of the local broadcaster's stock will plummet by morning. I really need to get home and check my messages, so I told the guys "brb" and skipped the midnight premiere of *Attack of the Clones*. It’s probably just as well; I can’t stop staring at the headlines about European shares selling off, and frankly, those digital Jedi effects under the theater lights would only make my head spin faster.