An Old-timer's Checklist

When I was sober less than a year in Alcoholics Anonymous, I longed for the "prestige" of five years. As I approached five, I yearned for the "recognition" of ten and fifteen. At twenty-five, and later, there've been moments when I've had no doubt that I had "arrived." Papa Ego was glutting himself on a menu of attitudes until he was fairly bursting at the seams.