PO Box 1980

When I was newly sober, I once showed up early for a meeting because the guy who drove me there was the secretary. He gave me the job of putting out the literature while he made the coffee. After I was done, I started looking through some of the books when a yellow booklet Living Sober caught my attention. Suddenly there was this old guy next to me who asked, "Do you have that book?" "No," I answered. "Well," he said, "buy it."