Alcoholism, takes no prisoners… destroys all in its path…
Well… I just spent a wonderful weekend in Akron, Ohio. Founders’ Day Weekend it was… the 80th Anniversary of AA. Jerry and Mutt and myself rode up from Southeast Ohio through the back country to Akron… Rubber City. As I mentioned in an earlier blog, I had a flat in my front tire… had the bike trailered to Rubber City Harley Davidson where they fixed my bike on the spot. Nice customer service folks.
I missed the Men’s Meeting at St. Martha’s, but got out of the shop in time to meet the guys at Louie’s Bar And Grill for a delicious burger and some great fellowship!
After dinner, I got the guys to pose for a quick shot.
The weather this weekend could have been better, but that’s life on life’s terms. So be it… it was great to be there surrounded by like minded spirits on this contemplative weekend. We took some time to visit the Mt. Peace Cemetery and pay our respects at Dr. Bob’s grave. As always, I am reminded about the Four Absolutes:
Sunday our friend Maria met us at the hotel to ride with us in the motorcade to Dr. Bob’s grave. Not too long ago, one of Vanessa’s dear friends (like a brother) passed away suddenly. Steve Maskell… well, he was important to Nessa and her kin. He visited us here at Hillside Farm about a decade ago. He rode down from New England on his trusty Harley… stayed with us and rode in one of our Pick And Putt runs. He gave me this great Harley shirt that I’ve been wearing ever since.
Steve was in the program too and I wanted to wear the shirt in the Motorcade Run in his honor but it was just too rainy, hot and humid.
Foto by Maria
I thought about you brother Steve. You may be gone, but you are not forgotten. Fair winds and following seas!
“We are all travelers in this world. From the sweet grass to the packing house, birth till death, we travel between the eternities.”
I swim in memories… yet I do not live there. Life goes on, and I am grateful to be a part of it!
There were a lot of bikes there this morning. I have no actual count but I’m reckoning about several thousand. at the Mt. Peace Cemetery there was a wonderful communing… and a sense of serenity I cannot adequately describe. At the end of the service, Joey played Amazing Grace on the bagpipes.
After the run Jerry and I packed up and Maria made a delicious breakfast for the boys before we headed home.
Thanks Maria… Vanessa and Izze and I will feed you the next time you’re down our way!
There was rain as we headed out so I suited up. As we got further south, the weather cleared and it was back to jeans and a T-shirt. At home, everyone was in the pool so I parked my bike, got my bathing suit and jumped in.
Lovely… just lovely.
Nice way to end a perfect weekend.