Hold on tight
It was a beautiful, late spring day in Northeastern Ohio in June of 1988. The temperature was warm and the threat of snow finally dissipated. The sky was a lovely blue punctuated with puffy cumulus clouds. My dear friend Bonnie was encouraging me to join her at an AA meeting. I was ambivalent about going. The drive from my apartment in Shaker Heights to Berea was a long haul, even on the new freeway that had just been completed.