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...
-- B. L.