Hi, @michc56

I have fond memories of "walking like a drunk." Of course, I wasn't pretending back then. As happy as I am that I quit drinking damn near 40 years ago, I'll tell anyone who asks that I had good times in the years when I was drinking. I thank my lucky stars I was a "survivor" drunk! No broken-up relationships, no DUIs, no lost jobs, no barroom brawls. If today I've any regrets about how I walk with my PN, it's that now I'm embarrassingly aware of how I walk. Back in the days when I would be walking pretty much the same way I do now, I was, of course, drunk––that's to say, totally oblivious to how I was walking. That was Jack Daniel's kindness. It blotted out the reality of my wonky gait. PN, by comparison, is a cruel companion. PN keeps me wide awake so that I'm fully aware of what a weird way I'm walking. 🙂

Ray (@ray666)