From the October 1985 magazine.

A Dusty Old Directory

MY FIRST AA group met in a clubroom upstairs in an old building. The paint was peeling, the windows were dirty; the chairs and tables were Early Depression. There was an old broken-down desk in the corner, its drawers filled with ancient AA literature, scraps of paper, dirty and used paper cups, and every other imaginable relic of the past. The walls displayed the usual Steps and Traditions, Serenity Prayer and slogans. On the top of the desk was the usual supply of Big Books, "Twelve and Twelve," and pamphlets in various stages of disarray. I stayed around that club attending the meetings and reading everything I could find, and it was there that I had my first demonstration of how AA works.

Some two months after my first AA meeting, on a December afternoon during a heavy snowfall, a call for help came in. I answered the phone. It was a fellow I had met at the meetings there, and it was obvious he had been drinking. He told me he was at the city jail in a town some sixty miles away, and asked me to get the AA directory in the clubroom, call a member in the town where he now was, and ask that person to come help him.

-- B. L.

Clinton, Tennessee

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