Somewhere in the Catskills

Beauty has a moment and grace has a time. I like to think about that, especially now. I am staying in the New York Catskills doing a job. I’m so lucky. I never thought I would be here. I grew up hearing about the “Borscht Belt,” never knowing exactly what it was. I still don’t. All I see are trees, lakes and mountains that go forever. I feel like I am new all over again. When I first got sober in AA in Southern California, I remember seeing the beach as if for the first time. Everything was new to me then. I didn’t have a car or a driver’s license, due to pending warrants for my arrest. I had to ask for rides. I hated asking, but I did so because I wanted to stay sober.