PO Box 1980

For the last fifteen years of my working career, I sailed in the maritime service, averaging eight to twelve months a year aboard ships. Needless to say I didn't get to many meetings during that time, but my Big Book, "Twelve and Twelve," Grapevines, and meetings on cassette tapes logged many miles. I only had one real bad time during that period. I was on an old WWII tanker taking a load of grain to Mombasa, Kenya. The last supplies we took aboard before we sailed were 75 cases of scotch and 750 cases of beer--all paid for by the captain. That was a crew of two-fisted drinkers! On the returning trip, we stopped in Trinidad to pick up a load of jet fuel for the Navy in Florida, and by that time I was in real bad shape; all that kept me sober was the Serenity Prayer, the Lord's Prayer, and playing my tapes at every chance I got. But I worked in the engine room fourteen to sixteen hours a day, so I didn't get much chance to play my tapes.