Born at the Brooklyn Court House in April of 2007, these socks had a good run. They developed a hole at some point, and I darned them, but after having worn them quite a bit recently, they just couldn't handle the abuse. This morning, I found a sizable hole in the heel of one of them, and while I could darn it, I think I might have used the rest of the yarn creating hexipuffs. They were good socks, and they will be missed.
I learned an important lesson here. Nylon is to sock yarn what water is for humans.
Uptown Boot Socks, may you rest in peace. You were good socks. I'll probably knit you a remembrance pair once I get over the hurt.