Sober Reflections from the Dance Floor

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“I got sober here almost thirty years ago. That’s what struck me last December 31, as I danced my butt off in the basement of St. Anthony of Padua’s Roman Catholic Church on Sullivan Street in New York City, welcoming in the New Year with a mob of sober drunks. Yes, here I was dancing under the influence of something more heady than Moet this New Year’s Eve, surrounded by mylar waterfall curtains, and the familiar pull down shades of AA’s Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, changing color with every turn of the disco ball.” That’s how my piece for the now dismantled The Fix starts. If you’re curious to know why I find it so satisfying to move to the beat—clean and sober—you can read the rest at Sober Reflections from the Dance Floor.