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

walked back down the hill. My steps were even, and my feet did not slip on the damp grass.

I felt a quiet warmth in my boots, the thick wool socks doing exactly what Dr. Albert had promised.

For the first time in months, I did not feel the sudden, shooting pains in my calves.

The taxi was waiting by the iron gates, its headlights cutting through the growing continue reading …