Today is a special day—an anniversary I acknowledge every year, but not publicly. This is a first, a vulnerable moment.
Thirty years ago was my last drink. Yes, I was a mere child (smile), barely old enough to drink. I will never forget the day, the event, what I was doing, who I was with—at least most of it.
I was living in a wonderful near North high rise condo in my hometown Chicago, had a terrific job with the NCR Corporation, and had everything going for me, sort of. Continue reading