February 2002
An 8,000-mile Journey to Serenity
I turned into Waterloo Road, walking past the open sewers running along both sides of the rather narrow street. It was a balmy, summer evening in the Republic of Singapore, and I was doing my best to follow directions given earlier on the telephone. After passing one Chinese chophouse after another on the dark lane, I finally came to the end of the road and found Victor's home in the subdued glare of the corner street light. Victor greeted me in the doorway of his modest home, open to the night air, welcoming me enthusiastically to the Singapore group of Alcoholics Anonymous.