As a person without a drinking problem, I find the problem funny. Yesterday, I was in a bar sitting with a Ugandan man. He talked about his dream to bring tractors back to his village so that he could feed his people. When he finished, and by that time I was fairly drunk, I asked him if he wouldn’t mind listening to my latest composition. He affirmed then listened to the whole piece with his eyes closed. Then he gave high praise and invited me to meet Dr. Rudy, the Music Director at a church tomorrow. My problem is nothing has ever happened to my many avenues of artistic expression. Simon, the Ugandan man, said he felt something was going to happen to my piece. Who has time to stop for a drink? Except it’s where you meet people, who might listen.