November 2016
| Our Personal Stories
A hundred miles of bad road
His grandfather told him he was headed the wrong way. He sure wishes he’d listened
I come from a long line of bootleggers, warlords and hell-raisers. At 18, I was already well in the grips of my disease, though my denial “protected” me from seeing that. I was living with my grandparents in Southern Illinois at the time. My grandfather was an alcoholic (though I never heard him call himself that) and attended AA on occasion at our local hospital.
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