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Me And My Turkey
Nearly 35 years into sobriety, he is grateful for some of the particularly bad memories
It was 1979, in Denver, Colo., the night before Thanksgiving. I stood in line at work, waiting to be handed a turkey as a holiday bonus. It was a huge bird, and it was frozen stiff. I went home with my prize bird, excited about having a few days off. I'd had a period of sobriety, but I'd recently gone back to drinking, so I was kind of "in between" friends.
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