P. O. Box 1980

Today I can say that AA belongs to me and that I belong to AA, hook, line and sinker--wife, kids, the lot. Not long ago, while we were having lunch, our eldest son (seventeen) stalked in, beaming, exclaiming, "Dad, I've brought a friend home, do you mind?" Did I mind? I nearly hit the ceiling for joy. The friend, it turned out, was at rock bottom in every way. He is still with us and today seems to be doing fine. He had a slip and I think it was just a convincer that he needed.