Well it’s Christmas Eve. I’m sitting in Traditional’s Christmas Alcathon 6PM meeting. This is my 30 th year of attending alcathons. 30 years in AA, almost 60 years on this planet, and okay, my right knee feels like it’s 90 so I just hit the trifecta, 30, 60, 90. Ha ha. This room is full with new faces, different faces and familiar faces. Some people I can actually remember their names. Others are just the faces I’ve seen through the years that smile and say hi and then they sit and listen. I’ve known these people only through the chairs I’ve seen them sit in. The names don’t come to me as they once must have but it’s the best I have and it’s all right. So many stories in here. Philip is the chair tonight. He’s no longer homicidal, suicidal and now a lot more fun to be with. He’s weathered the Four Horsemen, Terror, Bewilderment, Frustration and Despair and now has a life, entwined with God that he can live peacefully with. He’s been around for 29 years.