With my recent cancer diagnosis, I planned some “bucket list” places to visit. One place on the list is the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, Ohio as music has always been an important part of my life. Another place high on the list in nearby Akron, Ohio is the former home of AA co-founder Dr. Bob Smith. The home is now an AA museum. As AA is integral to my three decades of sobriety, I imagined that visiting the home of Dr. Bob would be a transformational experience of sorts.
As Cleveland is a 16 to 18-hour drive from our home in New Orleans, Emma suggested that I fly up north and rent a car to visit the area for a couple of days. Of late, driving long distances wears me out and increases my back pain. But I also thought about the folks along that route I had not seen in a long while. To allow me to visit some folks, I came up with an itinerary that divided the driving into manageable 4-6 hour days.
As I pulled out of New Orleans, I envisioned a slow drive up north to Cleveland and Akron – the goals of my pilgrimage.
My first stop was Jackson, Mississippi where I visited an old friend also in recovery. Our level of contact has ebbed and flowed over the years. With his recent stomach cancer diagnosis we have had more communication of late. My visit to their home produced an aura of serenity. We talked about how our years of sobriety in AA proved the perfect preparation for living one-day-at-a-time with each of our recent cancer diagnoses. Our visit was a strong confirmation of the 12 Step Program’s value.
My next stop was Memphis, Tennessee where Emma and I lived for 9 years after leaving Jackson and before retiring to New Orleans. I stayed with our former next door neighbors and enjoyed catching up with them, and sharing our mutual experience, strength, and hope. I was struck how after being in their home for less than one minute, it seemed we picked up our conversations as though we still lived next door and were talking over the back fence as our dogs barked at each other.
I met with several fellow faculty members, colleagues, and friends with whom I still regularly engage. The highlight of my Memphis visit was spending time with former students. It was wonderful to see how they were growing professionally. I also had the opportunity to meet with a current student who I had only worked with in an online capacity. She developed a very exciting project that we discussed implementing in Peru this summer. In seeing how my former students were thriving, I left Memphis with a strong sense of validation for my past decade of work.
After an overnight stay, I arrived in Cincinnati, where I spent my first 20 years of life, and visited with a few family and friends. On my way out of town I stopped to visit a friend I had worked with and had made recent amends to for incidents that occurred nearly 20 years ago. We shared a meal and then I was off to Cleveland.
I strategically booked a hotel half-way between Cleveland and Akron. I was certain to get a good night’s rest as I expected to spend the entire next day at the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame and fatigue has been my biggest cancer related issue these days. Then the following day I planned to visit Dr. Bob’s home, the ultimate goal of my pilgrimage.
My visit to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame was less than spectacular. Here is my yelp review so I won’t rehash that all here. I ended up leaving the place by noon and decided I might as well head to Dr. Bob’s Museum the same day. Well . . . it is just a house with lots of ghosts in the walls and stories to tell. The volunteers there made me feel very welcome and I enjoyed a tour with another couple in recovery visiting from Detroit. The mystical experience I anticipated at Dr. Bob’s House simply did not occur.
In reflecting, two things struck me:
- the process was the most important part of the pilgrimage – visiting friends along the way. The people not the places of my life proved the most meaningful.
- I recalled an incident that occurred many years ago. In the late -1990s, I had occasion to drive from Baton Rouge to my then home in Delhi, Louisiana in the late afternoon once each month. On one trip I was driving north on Highway 15 somewhere between Clayton and Sicily Island, Louisiana when I had a truly a mystical experience in seeing the beauty of the landscape across a flatland of a cotton field. I pulled off the road to marvel at the place. On the next month’s trip, I was struck again by the same landscape. I called the place Magic Land. As I prepared for my third monthly trip, I had a camera, notepad, and audio recorder to document the experience. But that time all I saw was a nondescript cotton field. The fourth month, no luck again. I never experienced Magic Land again. I reflected on Magic Land last week as I drove south from Akron. I thought about how I have learned to be present for the possibility, and when the time is right, the luminous will happen. I cannot force the issue. Two days later as I pulled onto a rain-soaked and chilly Magazine Street in New Orleans, I had a mystical experience of complete wellness and peace . . . of truly being home. The pilgrimage was complete.