The Pot of Gold
Responses from readers on the topic of "AA in Unexpected Places"
One spring, after I was some years sober, I accompanied my wife and a group of her fellow graduate students to Oaxaca, Mexico where they were spending a week in that beautiful city studying the great ruins of Monte Alban.
Evidently I was the only alcoholic in the group, as the rest of them drank like mice: you know--normally. In my newly found confidence to handle different situations, I'd neglected to find out how to contact AA in Oaxaca, and by the second day I had grown restive. That evening my wife...
-- John H.
Vero Beach, Florida