Coffee and a Meeting

I had just celebrated my fourth birthday with my home group that summer. I usually attended and enjoyed the local AA meetings in my mother-in-law's hometown while on family visits. This particular evening I arrived about fifteen minutes before the meeting time. To my disappointment I saw no cars in the parking lot. I checked the local paper again to assure myself I had the right time and place. I did. Hoping someone would soon drive up, I got out of my car and sat on the steps. I amused myself by watching a gentleman across the road mow a large field on a riding lawn mower.