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

gathering over the water tower down the road. I went into the kitchen, my feet firm and warm inside the thick gray socks Dr. Albert had given me. There was no pain in my calves, and my ankles did not stiffen when I walked across the cold linoleum.

At three o’clock, I walked down to the Canton Community Center for the weekly sewing circle. The basement continue reading …