Today was a nasty day. Temperatures in the low 60’s. Windy. Rain. The type of day that alerts you that summer is really over and the dampness and chill of autumn is about to engulf us. The type of day when your feet want to be warm, softly cuddled inside socks.
But I’m determined to hold out as long as I can without socks. I shut all the windows. I wear a long sleeve shirt. On top of that a fleece. But no socks.
It’s not a fashion statement. It’s a state of mind.
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For 60 years I wore socks every day, regardless of season, through school, vacations, and career. Now 75 and retired for 15 years, socks are not a compulsory part of my daily attire. No Socks Needed Anymore is a journal of life before and after retirement, plus views on news, sports, politics, business and anything else that interests me.
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