That's what got me to my bottom. Being terribly hungover on a Sunday morning in a drunk tank is not pleasant. The arresting cop and jailers were totally professional and treated me better than I deserved. When my wife of 30 years showed up to pick me up (I wasn't at all sure she would, but she did) she was ready with her speech. Quit this nonsense or I'm getting a lawyer. I took her at her word. The combination of trouble with the law and her ultimatum brought me to a fork in the road. I took fork that said "Here are the steps to a way out." December 28th that dear sweet woman and I celebrated our 46th wedding anniversary. Without those steps, there would have been no anniversary being celebrated.