ANOTHER DAY OF SOBRIETY.<br > Colin McIntyre slid into his usual booth at Mag-<br >gie s Diner. Less than a week back in his home-<br >town， and already he d fallen into the old routine.<br >Sobriety， Idaho， was that kind of town. No wonder<br >he d left--and no wonder he kept asking himself<br >~vhy he d returned.<br > Denise brought his coffee without having to be<br >asked--straight black， no cream， no sugar.<br > "Pancake special this morning，" she said.<br > "Fine，" Colin told her.<br > She walked away， slapping a towel at the<br >crumbs on the next table. Colin drank his coffee<br >and looked out the window. A few summer tourists<br >wandered along the street， pausing now and then<br >at the redbrick storefronts. In the distance rose the<br >mountains of the Idaho Panhandle， blanketed<br >thickly with pine. Admittedly the view was majes-<br >tic-but the whole time Colin was growing up he d<br >wanted to get beyond those mountains. He d been<br >restless. Unfortunately， when he d finally left town<br ><br >