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

and pulled out his favorite silver fountain pen, rotating it slowly between his fingers as we walked. “The blood has to flow. When the nerves have warmth, they tell the brain the truth about where the ground is.”

We walked past the empty playground, our shoes making a steady, rhythmic crunch on the tiny pieces of gravel that had washed onto the asphalt.continue reading …