There's No Place like Home

My home group is a small AA community. We don't use podiums, we don't have non-smoking sections, and we all know each other's last name. The place where we meet is in the basement of a government building, and we've been there for years. The linoleum was slapped in place before I was born and is now being chipped away by the constant traffic of alcoholics--sober for a few hours, days, months, years, and some even without a single second.