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

yellow taxi on Court Ave, paying fourteen dollars to ride down to Dr. Albert’s podiatry clinic on Market Avenue. My feet were completely numb by the time the driver pulled up to the clinic curb, the cold floorboards of the cab having sucked the last bit of warmth from my soles.

Brenda was already sitting in the vinyl chairs of the waiting room, adjusting continue reading …