It's No Big Thing

AT ELEVEN o'clock on a Saturday morning, at the Twenty-Second International Conference of Young People in Alcoholics Anonymous, in Vancouver, British Columbia, I stood in the lobby of the hotel, wondering why I had volunteered for what I was about to do. We were "taking the conference" out to a federal prison facility; I had volunteered to drive a van full of people. Waiting to leave was a group of twelve men: me and three other local Vancouver people and eight fellows from Boston, Atlanta, Wheeling, Seattle, Philadelphia, Sacramento, and Vancouver, Washington.