Greg,
Oh, that's exactly what it was! Yes: Skipper Chuck. It would have been in '72, I think (my sister would have been 10 or 11 at the time).
When I first posted in another thread, I said I was 13 (and my sister 12) when we entered the Seed, but she reminded me that, in fact, I was 11 and she was 10. I was 13 when I was attending oldtimer's meetings!
(Believe it or not, there was a precursor to the Seed: a program called "Here's Help" in Miami Beach, from which all of my older siblings "graduated," and then: "Operation Reentry," in which I did a very brief stint before being subcripted into the Seed.)
Of course, AA was our family "religion," so it wasn't so odd to me as it might have been to many others. Nevertheless, it turned me into a lifelong critic of anti-drug indoctrination.
My sister's and my view of all of this is more-or-less along the lines of Huckleberry Finn; i.e., the story of two young girls' adventures in the face of the impenetrable nonsense that was imposed upon us and required of us by the insane (and often sadistic) adults in our lives.
Once, my dad was called to the Seed (at the warehouse location) to "whip" my sister, with which request he was all too willing to comply. She STILL didn't "get with the program" though. In fact, to this very day, she never has. :smile: