Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

but I decided the walk would be better for my legs.

I kept my head down against the wind, my stride long and steady as I walked past the brick storefronts. The numbness that used to creep up my calves after three blocks was entirely gone, replaced by a warm, solid sensation that made me feel twenty years younger.

At six o’clock that continue reading …