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At the risk of sounding like a bit of a nut, I must confess that I have a longstanding aversion to socks. It’s not a phobia - I just don’t like having to keep my little toes wrapped up in what’s basically a sweater, when they’d be so much happier in a tank top.
So as soon as the temperature hits 55°F, out come my trusty flip-flops, and - much to the consternation of my wife - I happily wander around the city pretty much socks-free until Fall…
by Noa Kageyama, Ph.D.