That New Gang of Mine

I HAD been in AA a year and a half when we had to pull up stakes and move to a new state. It was a crucial time for me in relation to the group. My entrance into AA was an unusually happy one. Never less than ten, sometimes more than twenty people gathered around the table every Thursday and Sunday night to "share their experience, strength, and hope with each other. . . ." Under these circumstances, AA had been easy for me. Even the excessive social drinking in this community was a help rather than a hindrance to my sobriety--for I felt a real achievement in being free from it and grateful for the insight gained through AA to the very real and frightening danger of alcoholism.