Brotherhood of the Traveling Socks

I have a confession. While walking my dog Rocky, I found a pair of socks. Calvin Klein socks. Frankly, I buy cheap socks, and endure my big toes getting hung up on loose threads as I put them on. This CK find was a magic moment.
After I took them home and washed them, I put them on. They fit me perfectly, as if I were a Calvin too.
Now I share these magic legwear moments and adventures with an unknown previous owner of the traveling socks.