That darned Amy reminded me the other day of a forgotten anniversary. It has been over 10 years now that I have been sober. April 18, 2000 was the last time I became really roaring drunk. We had just buried Amy's mother Jackie that week. I then decided that I would stop my 1/2 to full case a night + liquor habit for dear Amy's sake as well as my own sake. I never looked back.

I know I could be a "social drinker" if I wanted to but the hardest thing I desire now is a southern brewed iced tea with lemon, mint leaf and a dollop of honey.

Strange that Amy should remind me of this in July but she has been acting a little different lately.