 Yesterday morning, as I was sitting at my breakfast table, I suddenly began to hear the buzz of conversation, although apparently I was alone. I looked around the room and found the voices were coming from under the table. Under the table? Yes, I heard one voice say, it's Shetland. Another voice said, it's Kashmir. Another voice said, you guys are crazy, it's brushed wool. Well, sir, I looked under the table and there were three spies from Esquire examining my socks.