The year was 1948. Rob Brown had just turned 11, when his father brought home a tin star to top their Christmas tree in New Rochelle, N.Y.
It wasn't just an ornament; it was a promise.
Six months earlier, Brown's father had quit drinking and joined Alcoholics Anonymous. The star was "part of the much-improved Christmases to come as he made amends to his family," Brown said.
Brown's father was never a mean drunk. "He was just so absent — mostly sleeping in a chair," Brown said. But he had overheard arguments between his parents, and he later learned that his mother had threatened to take the kids and leave — unless their dad quit drinking.
"As a family, we were doing virtually nothing," Brown recalled of his early years. But after his dad gave up alcohol, he embraced Christmas — from decorating the tree to stomping fireplace ashes with rubber boots to suggest Santa's footprints. Brown himself always placed the tin star on a white bulb at the top of the tree.
Brown and his dad bonded over Lionel trains. They'd pore over catalogs, circling the gifts Brown hoped to receive on Christmas. Then they designed elaborate tracks that eventually took over the "top room" in their modest split-level. "I had a wonderful relationship with my father," he said.
Brown grew up, went to Dartmouth and landed a job in broadcast promotion that brought him to Minneapolis, where he met his wife, Anne. He and a colleague eventually started their own public relations firm. Life was good. With one exception: Now Brown was the one drinking too much.
It was the "Mad Men" era, when businessmen in skinny ties downed cocktails during the workday. For Brown, it was Manhattans at lunch, and martinis after work. Until one Tuesday in May 1978, when he came home in the middle of the day, too hungover to work.