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Grapevine : August 2011
B y the time I reached 60, I figured my chanc- es at finding any real happiness or peace were slim to none. It was a matter of living with what I had cre- ated and waiting for the sand to pass through the hourglass. I had just been asked to leave my home and was living in a motel, trying to regroup from a failed mar- riage and figure out my next move, when my old pal alcohol caught up with me. After a ten year stretch without him, he was right back in the driver's seat, ruining my life again. I had stopped drinking to save my third marriage. Then, after convincing my spouse that it was "heart healthy," I began enjoying the occasional glass of red wine with a meal. I made a classic mistake of the seasoned alcoholic: I had allowed a period of successful sobriety to fool me into thinking I was no longer an alcoholic and could now drink responsibly, like other people. My occasional glass of wine progressed to several glasses, sometimes on the train after work, sometimes at my Slim to none After several days in a cheap motel, he wasn't betting heavily on his chances for sobriety NEWCOMERS 42