I think by now you all know, I’m an AA guy. Actually, I love Alcoholics Anonymous. I truthfully don’t know where I would be today if it weren’t for “the rooms,” as we like to call them.
I’m sitting in the parking lot of a local park, waiting for the AA meeting to show itself. Men and women will start wandering up. Maybe smoking, some members still smoke, especially if they are newly sober.
As you can see, the park is empty. Good thing I’m early or I certainly wouldn’t be photographing the members arriving. Anonymous means anonymous.
Well it’s 6:50 pm. We start at 7. My first time at this meeting. I only do outside or on-line meetings. Don’t feel safe otherwise.
I guess that’s all. Maybe someone’s life will be saved tonight. Maybe a family will start healing. Maybe. I hope so.
Wear a mask!