Trip to Tehachapi

A man remembers what it used to be like at the holidays

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of joining the small fellowship in Tehachapi, Calif., located midway between Wrightwood and Bakersfield, en route to pick up my brother in-law. I had never been to this meeting, but was welcomed as if they'd known me all their lives. I shared about the first 10 years of my 25-year marriage. Every Christmas we'd travel six hours north to Mariposa to celebrate. While there in 1987, 30 minutes before getting married, me and my best man shared a long draw from a bottle of sour mash whiskey, left over from the bachelor party the night before.

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