From the February 1958 magazine.

A Chip On the Old Block


NOT LONG AGO two of us called on a chap who needed desperately what AA had to give. Breaking the usual practice, we went at the request of his physician, and without any indication from the man or his family that our visit might be welcome.

All that the doctor could tell us was that his patient was "sympathetic" to the idea of AA. I was hesitant. On the mere premise of "sympathetic" I have been asked to get the hell out, and "who told you I was a--whaddya call 'em?--alcoholic?"

A phone call to his wife brought a lukewarm and guarded response. The prospects for our visit were...

-- Anon.

Seattle, Washington