100 Percent Alcoholic

I HAD WHAT I hope was my last drink of alcohol on March 25, 1974. The next day, my wife informed me that she had made two appointments for me, one with the National Council on Alcoholism and one with her lawyer. (That was a good confrontation, which she had learned in Al-Anon.) Somehow, I knew she meant it. I agreed at once to go to the council, in order to con her out of seeing the lawyer.