One day my moms husband gave me a big bag full of new black socks. I didn’t know what to think of it, so I tried a pair on the next day. Then I realized it…..it must be some sort of rite of passage, the old old guy giving the new old guy his passage key into the realm of being an old guy. I threw them away, not ready to be the old guy. I’m still wearing my white socks!!
