Living the Principles

It was 1967 and I was attending my first Southwest Wisconsin AA Conference. I saw him in the crowd and thought, What a weird-looking character. He had large soulful eyes and a haircut so short it made his head look shaved. If he'd been wearing a brown robe, he could have passed for a monk. He looked unusual but nodded and grinned as he passed me. I remember thinking, in my normal critical mode, "Well, it takes all kinds"