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

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By eleven o’clock, the high winter sun had turned the frost on the lawn into tiny, glittering drops of water. I walked down the two front steps of my porch and headed toward Canton Park, my winter boots fitting snugly over my thick wool socks.

The paved path at the park was clear of ice, swept clean by the city maintenance continue reading …

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