SOCKS, SHOESTRINGS, AND THE AGING PROCESS
The humble sock attracted little attention for the first seventy-five of my seventy-six years. I found a pair and put them on, and that was all one did with socks. If they lingered for a few days and got smelly, somebody washed them. And that would be it for socks. That socks might carry a message from the Boatman never occurred to me until late in my seventy-fifth year, when I selected a pair of socks one morning and found […]
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