A Call to Remember

TWELVE years ago, I had a close call that I want to remember--as a lesson. At that time I had been successful with the AA program for a supremely happy and certainly a lucrative period of three years; but with the bursting energy of a dry alky, I'd thrown myself into the 1948 gubernatorial campaign with almost complete abandon and had driven myself to the edge of exhaustion.

My pockets were more than well-lined, but by this time I had been subpoenaed to be grilled about expenditures by a Senate investigating committee of sorts. Haunting fears that only an alcoholic can generate were... Login to read more
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