LOST AND FOUND (and a birthday poem)
January 31, 2016
Things go missing. Check out this lonely sock club. Where are the matches? I usually find them, eventually, rolled up at the bottom of someone’s bed, separated from a twin during a fitful sleep. Sometimes socks migrate from one room to the other via distracted laundry sorting. Seinfeld had a bit about socks that go … More LOST AND FOUND (and a birthday poem)