then, last november, a lead came in on he whereabouts of [lefty], a text from a friend in laramie, wyoming.
now, keep in mind, this text was sent from my friend living in wyoming, a state i have never been in nor traveled through. for a split second, the possibility my missing sock had in reality hitchhiked kerouac style, to laramie, actually crossed my mind. a few texts later and the situation was brought back into reality. two years ago, i had attended my friends wedding in denver. while there, i had stayed at her parents house, where i had accidentally left the sock. months later, while she was packing up items to move into her and her husbands new home in laramie, she found the sock. taking the sock back to laramie, she kept it for the past six months and finally returned it to me the other week. [gyle] and [lefty] were finally back together.
*note to the reader - i really don't make it a habit to name my socks or write stories about them, but i've been studying for an exam the past few weeks and have been devoid of necessary human interaction.