I had two tickets to a local church's Memorial Day barbeque chicken dinner. I brought the plates home and me and Maggie devoured them. They were so delicious!
This morning was a pancake breakfast at the AA meeting hall. I wasn't going to go, but Wanda enticed me into going with her.
"Quit being so anti-social," she said. "You will have a good time!"
There was a speaker's meeting after breakfast and we both stayed and listened to a wonderful speaker.
"I was always drunk on planes," the businessman said. "There were times I don't even remember flying and getting to another city. How's that for scary?"
We all do crazy things when drinking irresponsibly. I broke my shoulder and arm on a drunken motorcycle ride to go argue with my ex-wife. I don't remember the ride all the way from home to up by that old cotton mill. I was in a blackout. I came to laying in the grass with my helmet still on. It was sleeting and a policeman was standing over me.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm drunk!" I blurted out.
He took me on to county jail to spend the next two days in pain. It took a lot of physical therapy to get my arm and shoulder back in shape. I still have little strength in it and can't even clip my fingernails with that hand. I have to get Dad or Mom to do it.