AA in a State Hospital

THE AWAKENING is much like those experienced in the past by many of our readers. I see the barren room, the steel grids across the windows. I smell the institutional smell. I hear the muffled sounds of activity, fearsome and yet reassuring. And I ask myself that eternal question, "Lord, where am I now?" I recall leaving town last Monday, and from the feel of my beard it must be at least Thursday, perhaps Friday. But what month?