I wrote this piece almost a decade ago and it ran, somewhat differently, in the Bisbee Observer. Since then, there's been a lot of water under the bridge. I have changed it somewhat near the end to clarify my meaning that we must "bear up" our imperfections.
Somehow it seems appropriate today, to help me remember that our serial selves are all part of who we are, just as, with the United States, our complicated and imperfect past(s), must be kept in mind and drawn upon, rather than denied or ignored.
There is also a different ending to this story, an ending that I will recite later. Suffice it to say that after 35 years of sobriety, and three years of pretending otherwise, I am celebrating my first year one more time.
This is my Valentine for Valerie and, of course, for Carole, the two women in my life, with all my love.
"Have you ever considered giving up drinking?" This from a young associate pastor of the Methodist church I attended as a young man, in San Antonio.
I was 21 at the time, fresh out of the Army, already in trouble with drinking. Serious trouble.
I turned to the church first.