Dave B. finally had his moment of grace on Good Friday, April 7, 1944, the day after he was put
in a cell for drunkenness. This event, being put in the brig to sober up, happened to me
personally once during my drinking career. I’d fallen asleep at the bus terminal counter after a
night of drinking and was snoring so much the whole building was shaking , my head resting
on the counter, my nose in my coffee. I woke up lying on an iron bed in a police station cell with
a terrible hangover. I’d missed the bus. Unlike Dave, I continued my career for a few more
years.