- The new guy, Mike, for his share tonight. He has been sober less than 90 days and had surgery on his arm this week. His father came to town help him but relapsed Wednesday. Mike teared up recalling the pain in his father’s eyes when he told him he couldn’t be around him if he was drinking.
- Mike H., who died last year. For our friendship and his humor and how he so consistently came up with things to do, like going to a taping of “Inside the Actor’s Studio” or being seat fillers for a show honoring Don Rickles at the Apollo. He could make me laugh out loud like few other people I’ve ever known. I’m also grateful for the example he set by his passing. He was simply unwilling or unable to go to any length to get sober and ultimate died alone in his filthy apartment.
- Stephen P., who died right around the same time and had been sober 25+ years at the time. I’m grateful for his friendship as well, but especially his example, passing with grace and dignity with family and friends.
- The 19th floor terrace, where I sunbathed several hours this afternoon.
- The fresh watermelon I cut up and ate tonight. Sweet, cold, and wet.
Many thanks,
Me