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November 27, 2001
The gifts are arriving. Mister UPS is visiting daily. I only thought mom and dad were going to shower me on my tenth. I wasn’t ever expecting goodies from Laura, who gave me a coffee table book on the fifty greatest baseball parks. Chris sent The Baseball Abstract new edition. I’ve got a White Flower Farm gift certificate from Sara.

All this for not drinking. One day at a time.

Obviously, I’ve been handed larger gifts along this path. Miracles line the road I’ve traveled. It’s just those are harder to identify in a moment’s time. They never come gift-wrapped.