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February 1968

Carrying the Message

And H is for Hoorah!

In 1964 I had reached my own private personal hell. It was kitchen skid row. Four years previously, my priest had suggested that I go to Alcoholics Anonymous at once. Instead of blackouts, I was having cry-outs, and I reeked of liquor.

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