It's Not That Hard

In September, 1971, I was indicted by a grand jury and was eventually sentenced to several months in the Madison County Jail in Wampsville, New York. I had been there before on alcohol-related charges. One evening, an inmate in my cellblock was being escorted by the guards to another part of the jail. I asked him where he was going, and he responded, "To an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting." It was the first time I had heard of AA. "Sign me up!" I shouted as he disappeared around the corner. I'd do anything to get out of that cellblock.