Don’t wear white socks anymore.  My jogging and ball playing days are over and so too the need to wear any white socks. 

However, the other day I fished out a pair of them from the back of the drawer to wear while doing some painting.  I smiled when I saw Buzzy’s name on them from when he was in the  nursing home and they required that all of his clothing be identified for cleaning purposes.  It was a bittersweet moment to see these pair of socks.  May have to hang onto them; may even have to wear them more often.