November 12, 2025

 It's almost mid-November and we had a dusting of snow last night. Nothing to shovel, it was just flurries. I remember 28 years ago, in 1997, it snowed a couple of centimeters on Friday November 14th. I only recall that because the next day I was on a train bound for Wyoming. Well, that train was not going to Wyoming, that train was going to London, Ontario. In London, I took a train to Chicago, Illinois. In Chicago, I took a train to Denver, Colorado. In Denver, I transferred to a bus that went as far as Cheyenne, Wyoming and the person I was going to visit drove me from Cheyenne to Worland, Wyoming.

I didn't know it when the station in Halifax, but this would be the start of the relapse that would precipitate my bottom. The bottom that would lead to me being sober for the past 28 years. One day at a time.