Dear editor and most honorable citizens dancing on the Wheel of Karma in our beautiful cosmic hamlet by the sea!
No, this is not Brother Asaiah, nor his ghost writing, and, yes, I think I’ve got your attention now, even if it is to growl indignantly: “How dare he?”
I’ve lived in Homer for more than a quarter century. I have seen a lot of changes, but I still love the view that opens up if you’re driving down Baycrest Hill on a sunny day. I can’t reasonably explain how much I actually do love it. Together with the glorious feeling of awe I usually experience a faint and subtle sense of pride. I don’t want to deny it. I feel proud that I live in this beautiful place, that so many people come visit in the summer.