CP: The sock. Such a humble garment, yet so fragrant.
RN: I understand the impluse for men to stick to the black and navy end of the color spectrum, but a splash of color can definitely put a spring into one's step.
CP: Most of my high-school trauma arose from the fact that I had to wear a white "sweat sock" to school. I honestly can't remember why. Perhaps I've blocked the bitter memory.
RN: I'm wondering, O Nerdy Chicago Suburbanite, why you didn't pull color-splashed socks over the white ones. No Paul Smith store at Old Orchard?
CP: I was in high school -- I wasn't thinking logically. Besides, who were you at Burnsville Country Day -- Rico Suave?
RN: No, my sockless-Weejuns-frat boy days were still ahead of me. How do you feel about all the models coming down summer-season runways sans socks? Just looking at them makes my feet sweat.
CP: I love that look -- a slack or jean rolled up a couple times above a well-turned ankle and a nut-brown wingtip. Of course, when I try it, I resemble Alfred E. Neuman.