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

be yours anymore.”

She turned and walked down the steps, leaving me on the porch. I looked down at my left foot, feeling the slight sting of the small white bandage through the leather of my boot.

The walk to Dr. Albert’s clinic took twenty minutes through the biting wind. I did not go home first, choosing instead to march straight up the concrete ramp continue reading …