By Robert Adair Wilson
Copyright 2010 Robert Adair Wilson - Cover by Leslie Slova Wilson
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December 22, 1962
Away from the wharf it wasn't William or Bill but Billy who slogged his way through rain filled puddles on the narrow graveled road. Christmas was only a few days away. A wet snow fell and tumbled into the puddles like brown sugar melting down into milk-soaked oatmeal. A typical coastal December of fog and mist-bound days filled with unending rain and the occasional freak attempt at snow. His rubber boots plowed through tire trenches on his way home and then, all at once, he felt the live warm tingle of water oozing in at a crack. The thought of wet wool socks gathering in a wad of sweat and mud in the toe of an unbreathing rubber boot smothered him. That was the trouble with those darn rubber boots he thought. Socks always slipped off and wadded up. Boots were clumsy and ugly and they made him feel clumsy and ugly. If he tried to wear the pant leg outside to hide them, they smacked against his calves and stung.