Memory Lane

From the highest mountain it has been shouted, in the lowest pure its whisper has been heard. Through the corridors of all human experience has this Truth been echoed: Love is the answer. June 18 - Meditations from "Conversations with God - Book 1" page 58

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Hey my alkie friends. Trailboss was posting about the tragedy of the Internet being down this morning. Somehow that got me to thinking about how I hate that also, but I really don't give a hoot if my Cell goes down. And then that triggered one memory after another.

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When I was in high school we had portable battery powered radios that we dare not be caught with. They were about the size of Miriam Webster's Dictionary so they did not fit in a pants pocket or a purse. Also, the only way you could walk around the kitchen with the phone held on your shoulder by your head was to have one of those 25 foot coiled receiver extension cords. And then they got all coiled up and you could not move. And later when the transistor radios came out and they were about the size of two packs of cigs, small for their time. And then came a head set that fit over the head and was on each ear. Turn them up full blast and you got to hear a loud whisper. Never mind all the static. Then along came Hi-Fi. Then STEREO. When you wanted one or more copies you used carbon paper (do they still make it), or the memograph machine. Remember sniffing the memeographed test papers. And the the emergency messages of the time came via Western Union and they were filled with the word STOP. And then along came sending messages to other offices by typing on a typewriter that put out a ribbon full of holes that you ran through a reader that sent the "message" to the other end. And if the other end did not get the "message" it was probably caused by a bird being on the phone lines. REALLY! Keypunches, readers, tab rooms that smelled like cigarettes with chads all over the floor. Sorters, punch cards, printers the size of a Buick and a computer that took up three floors of a square block building that did not have but maybe 64 KB of info as its core Memory. I especially remember the memory units as I was in the parts department at IBM in 1966 and Sun Oil in Beaumont used to go through those memory units and I was always shipping them two or three a week. One time I had this monstrous hangover one morning and I had had some Orange slushy made at home with frozen orange juice and Ice. I always had this when I had a hangover. Anyway I had a whole pitcher of these one moning and I was sending a memory unit to Sun Oil and as I bent over to pick up the box I vomited into the box with the unit and other parts. I just picked up the box, crammed in some paper. Taped it shut and sent it out via Emery Land. The next day they needed another one. No mention every made about the puked up memory unit. See how my drinking just got in the way of non-drinking memories. That's the way it used to be. But it AIN't that way no more. And let me tell you, SOBRIETY ROCKS.

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Tonight I am grateful for:

• God, My Higher Power
• My Sobriety
• Mamie, my OCD schnauzer
• My sponsor - talking to on a daily basis these days.
• My right eye.
• Improvement in left eye.
• Being Sighted
• Having all of my other senses; Ok maybe not good sense, but it's not as bad as it used to be.
• My sisters Rosalie, Wanda, (Mother's daughters)
• My sister Myrna (fathers daughter)
• It's ok to be alive today
• Today to be able to see my many blessings.
• Friends
• All y'all

Y'all be pretty now, ya heah.