We were leaving an evening meeting of NAMI, National Alliance for Mental Illness, when pulled over within a block or two. The routine: license, registration et al. Asked where I had been, what I was doing. This began this nice young officer's introduction first to NAMI, the to AA. He knew nothing about either.
He heard about my class of 200 at Bethlehem Central who lost 6 classmates, all boys, in two alcohol and speed related accidents. The description of the impact on the face of one still brings chills. And yet I drank and drove, particularly coming down the mountain from a beer blast near Thacher Park.
One day at a time since September 1, 1967.
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