about thirteen thousand pair of Socks.

Now, DIck has seen and become unnaturally attracted to at least one pair.

Some days, it’s all I can do to find a pair that are the same thickness, let alone that match.

See, the family has a sort of a traditionof buying me extremely ugly socks for christmas. Some years have provided a bumper crop, some not so much. Years ago my sister had to resort to what I will euphemistically call “ethnic” stores to find ever more ugly socks.

Today I sorted and threw out hundreds of mismatched or holey socks. I got a plastic garbage bag full.

Damn, it will be good to have my sock drawer back. I also tossed thirteen pair of underdrawers that were just too damned big to keep up anymore. That was the best part.

Other than that, I got nothing.