Return to an Old Inn

THIS summer I spent three days, with my family, in a quiet inn set in a meadow full of goldenrod and Queen Anne's lace, between wooded hills and a little crooked lake. For those three days I attended no meetings, read no AA literature, had no AA conversation. And yet, but for the grace and the power of God working through the human agency of AA, this brief vacation could not have been the perfect experience that it was.