Another friend would go to a big A.A. meeting in Yosemite after the tourist season was over. One year, her camper sprung a serious leak. She wanted the sweat shirt, and didn’t want her ticket to go to waste. So I drove her from San Francisco to the park, we looked at waterfalls and the river for three hours, she found someone who “needed a miracle”, took her to registration, checked her in, got the shirt, and we drove back. Something like ten hours on the road. The girl was so grateful for the ticket, and was amazed that Maryanne wouldn’t take any money for it.
There used to be a brand of sparkling water in California that came in 28 oz. glass bottles. I would wait for a friend outside of her A.A. meetings, drinking their lemonade, with the bottle wrapped in a paper bag.
One night she said, “You know you’re going to burn in Hell, don’t you?”
“I’m an agnostic, so I figure there’s only a fifty percent chance of it.”
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