Ham on Wry

A group of us AA members gathered in a small conference room on the first day of an Alaskan cruise for a "Friends of Bill W." meeting. A gentleman stood outside the door, keeping his eye on us. Those inside had exchanged first names and had shaken hands--a sure sign we knew why we were there. When we asked the gentleman at the door if he would like to join us, he looked at us rather suspiciously and said, "I don't know. My name is Bill Wilson, and I would like to know who my friends are."