tracker, when I lived in Lubbock, we just had to drive out to the "strip" for adult beverages and sign a note book to go into a club. Tom
Tom:
I was working in a certain country in 1980 which had imposed religious law and outlawed, among other things, the consumption of alcoholic beverages by its citizens. Severe restrictions were imposed on foreigners who were in country on temorary visas and wished to consume alcohol. In order to get a drink of whiskey, we visa holders were required to repair to a windowless room in the bowels of the hotel -- a place with a locked door resembling a speakeasy during Prohibition -- present our room key to gain admittance, and then sign a paper indicating that we were alcoholics who required the beverage to avoid withdrawal symptoms. Meanwhile, just down the street, you could openly and legally purchase over-the-counter from the neighborhood chemist (here read "drug store") various items which U. S. law would describe as controlled substances .
Somewhere in the Near East, moldering in a subterranean vault, there may still be a number of written documents bearing my signature in which I declared myself to be a hopeless alcoholic.
As the old movie title stated, it's a mad, mad, mad, mad world.
