Those first few weeks in AA, Frank had begun to drive me nuts. He couldn't resist. At the end of every meeting, as soon as I left the table and headed toward the door, he would yell across the room, "Hey, Bruce!" I would stop, turn, and wait for it. Grinning ear to ear, he would give me the wink and pointed finger and: "Be good to yourself!" I would nod and mumble, "Sure, Frank, sure," and go to the car.