Every night in Boston, bumper-stickered cars full of totally sober people, wall-eyed from caffeine and trying to read illegibly scrawled directions by the dashboard lights, crisscross the city, heading for the church basements or bingo halls or nursing-home cafeterias of other AA Groups, to put on Commitments. Being an active member of a Boston AA Group is probably a little bit like being a serious musician or like athlete, in terms of constant travel.
While this sentiment is absolutely beautiful, the segment as a whole is frustratingly dated - a time when nobody had GPS in their car, let alone smartphones, and a time when you could smoke indoors... a time apart, is what it is, and a time that our author might dangerously be preserving for an audience of future generations that just plain won't get it.
