Well, folks, I want you to know I'm not starting until a quarter to nine, so I'll, uh, we'll go according to that, okay? Uh, this is the first time that I was ever at this group. I see a lot of familiar faces. I see a lot of new faces. Hope to make new friends after this meeting tonight. If I seem to be on a pink cloud still, it's because I spent three weeks in New York, and I haven't yet come down to earth, I guess. I, uh, met a lot of, uh, old AA friends, and, uh, for the first time associated with AA people more than I did go to shows and other things, and I have so many wonderful memories of that trip that should, uh, help me along the way. My name, as you were told, is Anne Craw. I live in Niles, Ohio, and I definitely am an alcoholic. I used to worry about what happened, how I got that way. I don't worry about that anymore, but for purposes of qualification, you may be interested in knowing how it happened. I will never forget the first time that Sister Ignatia learned that I was an AA member and not the wife of an alcoholic, because she had known my whole family from way back. She knew about the religious training I had had and what good parents and brothers and sister that I had, and she couldn't understand how anyone from that environment could ever drink, much less become an alcoholic. Now, I didn't intend to drink. It wasn't in my plans at all, but the routine at home was church and more church, and I resented the fact that we weren't permitted to indulge in anything that was considered worldly, such as going to shows and all that. I rebelled at that a little and decided when I got away from that strict environment, I would do a few things in which I could see no harm. Four years after I was married, I was associating for the first time with people who drank, and they kept coaxing me to drink every time we'd get together, and I kept resisting until one day I decided I would take a drink, perhaps tell them I didn't like it. That would be the end of it. But as I downed that first…