There is nothing special about being 72 years old. Hell, my aunt just turned 101. I remember thinking 21 was a big deal. Then, there was 30 because I thought I wouldn’t be able to trust myself anymore (Boomers will get this). 40 was going to be about mid-life crisis and 50 was like: wow,…
In the pain of this day’s memory, I find solace in my decision to end the nightmare of alcoholism and addiction on September 11, 2011. There is no victory in sobriety. You have not won a prize. There are no medals, nor should there be. There is no need for a marching band or cheerleaders or a slap on the…
I really believed in California Dreams. I still do. People come to California from all over the world to make new lives. That’s why I came. It was a little past midnight when I arrived at Los Angeles International Airport on the morning of June 26, 1984. Behind me were a little more than thirty-five…