In celebration of Marion Parsons Day - Homer News
I spent most of 2014 decompressing from one long hard day’s night that began in 1980. (What I was doing is another story. ) But in March I jumped out of my self-imposed fish bowl, Homer, and launched myself on an adventure on the big island of Hawaii, reacquainting myself with a piece of property, in a place called Wood Valley, I bought seemingly a lifetime ago. The loose livestock of the island — the turkeys, chickens goats, pigs and who knows whatever else that roamed around — struck a real affinity in me, reminding me of days over 50 years ago and a place I simply called across the fence, where I and a... I may be embellishing a bit more than how we would have described our good old loose livestock club back then, but, at heart, we were pure loose livestock. And, man, how that Hawaiian weather brought me back to late spring, early summer in upstate New York to what I once considered the greatest day in the universe: Marion Parsons Day. Marion Parsons Day was the last day of school held in honor, of course, of Marion. Source: homernews.com
