My dad was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy. A good looking man who liked to drink, play golf, hang out with his buddies and have fun. He was also a slack parent who let me get away with almost anything, especially during the holiday season, which made it easy for me to discover the calming effects of alcohol before I knew how to spell it.
I’ve been clean and sober since February 1985, and I’ve worked in the entertainment industry since 1992. My many jobs have included festival director, concert promoter, and show producer. I’m also familiar with just about every type of production job related to staging a show, including finding ways to keep artists from drinking on stage
Perhaps you were once the type of alcoholic-addict who drank and used drugs the way I used to: as much and as often as possible. Maybe you got comfortable driving under the influence as well as lying to friends and family about how much and how often you used. You may have convinced yourself that you were just a social drinker and could have been successful, like I once was, at talking your way out of a DUI with a funny story about how you lost your pants.
I decided to make an effort at writing a novel when I heard the news that Frank McCourt had died. It was July 19, 2009, and I was shocked when I turned my car radio on just in time to hear about Frank’s death. As I weaved through the city traffic, I quietly prayed that Frank had passed over peacefully on his way to his Angela. I spent the rest of the day thinking about the time I’d spent with Frank McCourt when he came to New Zealand as part of his Angela’s Ashes promotional tour in 1997.