PO Box 1980

It seems like every time I'm having one of those "worst days sober," my Grapevine is in the mail. I have lived over a local tavern since 1991. Until recently, all of my mail was delivered to that tavern and I had to go into the bar to get my mail--not an arrangement I suggest to newcomers! On a recent worst day sober, I went into the tavern to get my mail and, I must confess, to consider picking up that fatal first drink. Imagine my surprise when my mail included that distinctive, white envelope decorated with a bunch of grapes! I broke out into laughter, somewhat startling the bartender and a few patrons. I also walked out of that bar sober.