I was sitting with several other people in an immense, gloomy room. It was the morning of March 4, 1977. Steve Dayhoff (an acquaintance whom I had met while traveling in Mexico) was standing and speaking rapidly about realizing he was an alcoholic. He said at one time he had worked in an Alcoholics Institute and was familiar with their programs. During his speech he expressed a desire to stop drinking alcohol. As I listened to him, I thought the first step to being cured is realizing you have the problem.

At one point I thought how much I would like to be in an university environment.

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