An Ode to Wool Socks

I recently became a man. It was a couple months ago, when it was colder than frozen balloon knots. It wasn’t when I grew a full beard. It wasn’t when Hank, my mercurial yet lovely Welsh Terrier turned two. Or even when I asked Kathryn to marry me. It was when I discovered wool socks. … Continue reading An Ode to Wool Socks