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

The basement of the Stark County Courthouse smelled of old paper and floor wax. A green shaded lamp burned on the counter where a young man with a small mustache sat behind a plastic barrier.

“I need to see the public land registry for Elm Street,” I said, putting my black purse on the counter.

The young man did not look up from his continue reading …