LOPEZ TACO HOUSE Albion, Michigan A giant sombrero hangs over the door while black-velvet senoritas in colorful peasant blouses still smile coyly from the walls. I confess that forty-five years ago I came here frequently, after last call next door at The Rusty Hinge. "I don't drink anymore," I added, an unprompted apology for chaos sown long before my server was born. "I've been saved, too," she said. "I'm not saved, just sober." She looked confused, then smiled. "Yeah, sober," she said, "Same thing."

I took my last drink of alcohol on August 14, 2012, after making numerous unsuccessful attempts at sobriety before that date. It’s never too late. You won’t believe how good it feels to wake up without a hangover. Help is available but you’ve to ask for it and be willing to accept it. Life is good.
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Congratulations my childhood friend! I’m so happy to be walking this path with you. May God bless you with many more 24’s ODAAT! 🤗💕🙏🏼
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Thanks for your help and inspiration, Deb.
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Beautifully said and so proud of you, that is no easy feat
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