Back in 1995, when I was at Boston's Logan airport waiting to go off to Army boot camp, there was a Cheers theme bar in the airport and they had TV's on that played Cheers episodes, one after another. I had some time to kill, a few bucks in my pocket, and a desire to spend my remaining hours of freedom by drinking as many 32oz glasses of beer as possible while trying to keep my mind off the unknown hell that was to come. So that's just what I did, sitting there drinking watching several episodes go by. By the time I got to Fort Jackson, SC the beer buzz was a memory and my new life was officially underway. It would be two months later until another drop of alcohol crossed my lips. I still have the receipt from the bar (for all my beers) in a box of old mementos. I know that sounds kinda like glamorizing my past drinking, but it wasn't all bad. Just bad enough to make me quit almost two and a half years ago.