Generation Gap Revisited

LISTEN, my children, I've been on this program for a quarter of a century, and when I joined I felt old, used up, consumed, and done for, as old as Grandma Moses' grandmother. I had wasted my youth in neuroses and alcoholic psychoses. I could hardly see the use of sobering up at the advanced age of thirty-eight. My sponsor and her helpers, who were all more or less my age, assured me that if I'd try it a day at a time, there might be something left to dredge up out of my pool of tears.