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Bill and the newly sober Dr. Bob soon began to work on another Akron
Physician. In a May 1935 letter to Lois Wilson, Bill talks about the first prospect
he and Dr. Bob were working with.
“I am writing this in the office of one of my new friends, Dr. Smith. He had my
trouble and is getting to be a very ardent Grouper. I have been to his house for
meals and the rest of the family is as nice as he is. I have witnessed at a number
of meetings and have been taken to a number of people. Dr. Smith is helping me
to change a Dr. McKay, once the most prominent surgeon in town, who
developed into a terrific rake and drunk. He was rich, lost everything, wife
committed suicide, he is ostracized and on the point of suicide himself. His
change if accomplished would be a most powerful witness to the whole town as
his case is so notorious.” 7
Unfortunately, Bill and Bob were not successful with Dr. McKay and
there is no further information available regarding his fate. 8
The newly sober Dr. Bob “slipped” a few weeks later when he left Akron
to attend the annual convention of The American Medical Association in Atlantic
City, New Jersey. Dr. Bob recounts the story of meeting Bill Wilson for the first
time, his brief dry spell and his trip to the AMA Convention. The story can be
found in the Original Manuscript draft of the book Alcoholics Anonymous on page
5 of the personal stories section.
“This dry spell lasted for about three weeks; then I went to Atlantic City to
attend several days' meeting of a national society of which I was a member. I
drank all the scotch they had on the train and bought several quarts on my way
to the hotel. This was on Sunday. I got tight that night, stayed sober Monday till
after the dinner and then proceeded to get tight again. I drank all I dared in the
bar, and then went to my room to finish the job. Tuesday I started in the
morning, getting well organized by noon. I did not want to disgrace myself so I
then checked out. I bought some more liquor on the way to the depot. I had to
wait some time for the train. I remember nothing from then on until I woke up at
a friend's house, in a town near home. These good people notified my wife, who
sent my newly made friend over to get me. He came and got me home and to
bed, gave me a few drinks that night, and one bottle of beer the next morning.
“That was June 10, 1935, and that was my last drink. As I write nearly four years
have passed.” 9
According to the literature of Alcoholics Anonymous and Dr Bob’s
recollection at the time of the writing of his story for the Multilith copy of the
Original Manuscript of the book Alcoholics Anonymous, Dr. Bob’s last drink was
June 10, 1935. 10 We acknowledge the work of several A.A. historians who appear
to have correctly demonstrated that this date, long cherished as A.A. history, is
most probably in error. The AMA convention in Atlantic City, New Jersey in
1935 began on Monday June 10, 1935. 11