P. O. Box 1980

One day when I was sitting at my desk in New York City a person-to-person call came in for me from Southern California. A woman with a mighty pleasant voice wanted my home phone number. Her husband had, she said, often spoken of me and she thought it would be a good AA anniversary present for him to talk to me. His birthday was in a day or two, also. Two evenings later I answered the phone at home and here was this guy on the wire. It was a complete surprise to him, perpetrated by his wife.