They, the socks of good fortune bequeathed to me in the 19th year of the 21st century by Denver Stone of Wellington Park, have slumbered since February 11, 2024. This morning they are called upon again in an abundance of need. Very much like The Horn of Gondor, fashioned by Vorondil from a horn of the Kine of Araw, and passed to his descendants, last carried by Boromir. The horn is sounded. The beacons are lit!
