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

crew. Dr. Albert was already waiting by the stone bench near the pavilion, his heavy wool overcoat buttoned up to his chin.

“You are keeping a good pace, Martha,” he said, stepping onto the path to walk beside me.

“My feet are warm,” I said. “It makes a difference in how I carry myself.”

“It makes all the difference,” he said. He reached into his pocket continue reading …