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

on Tuesday.”

“How much is a copy of that document?” I asked.

“Three dollars,” he said.

I pulled three dollar bills from my wallet and laid them on the counter. The paper was crisp and dry.

He printed the page, the machine whirring behind him for twelve seconds before spitting the paper into a tray. He handed the warm sheet to me across continue reading …