I want to take a pilgrimage to East Hampton in the summer. Note the use of the word “pilgrimage,” its medieval roots conjure the act of wandering to a sacred place where the holy relics of some saint’s bones are buried under a church altar. Travelers kneel and light incense in veneration. Unlike those who travel long distances over many months in search of spiritual renewal, or at least indulgence, I will travel in a car with my best friend, Luke. He proposed that we take this journey several years ago, but we have yet to make it.