Sometimes life throws you a curveball, and you find yourself veering off the straight path. Our recent trek from Indianapolis to Milwaukee was one such example. It was a delightful detour that led us to the rhythm of history.

Imagine a sun-drenched afternoon, the car humming along the highway, and a sudden decision to exit. That’s how we found ourselves in Gary, Indiana, a city with a name that resonates like a soulful melody. Our mission was to visit the Jackson family home, a modest abode that once cradled the dreams of musical legends.

The Jacksons, yes. Jermaine, Randy, Jackie, Tito, Marlon, Michael and Janet. They grew up right here on 2300 Jackson Street. These kids cut their teeth on these sidewalks. As we stood there, gazing at the unassuming facade, it hit us. This was where the magic began.

We snapped photos like starstruck fans, because sometimes, being easily amused is one of life’s precious gifts. A few minutes was all we needed. Then it was time to go.

As we cruised along the freeway, a familiar skyline revealed itself outside the car window. How cool to spot Chicago from a distance! But it wasn’t on our itinerary. Russell and I have both been there before and didn’t want to waste precious time. On this trip, we just wanted to hit places we’ve not yet conquered.

A Jackson pilgrimage and a Chicago cameo. A satisfying diversion indeed. Now, get ready, Milwaukee. Here we come!