After Thirty-three Years

I WENT INTO AA after twenty years of drinking. The Fellowship came to me through my doctor. In 1949, I had three slips. One was at the Preakness at Pimlico Racetrack in Baltimore. Just one half day of drinking, and I lost my car and woke up in a third-rate hotel. The clerk said a cab had delivered me at 3:00 AM and I hadn't seemed drunk (blackout). At 6:00 AM, I awoke, saw a pint on the dresser, and knew I was in trouble.