In the Chips

THIS summer, I transferred my business and AA activities from the Midwest to the south. Since then, every time I put my hand in my pocket to buy a pack of cigarettes, I feel a plastic poker chip. My chip is blue. But for the Grace of God, it might be white, or one of three other colors. Whatever its color, it would bear the gold initials "AA" on one side and the name of my group on the other.