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Meet the Author: Kevin O'Hara -- Wednesday, Nov. 10 at 6:30 p.m. Kevin O'Hara will offer a talk and slide presentation based on his autobiography, The Last of the Donkey Pilgrims.
"The book, "Last of the Donkey Pilgrims," tells the story of a Vietnam veteran with an incurable case of wanderlust and an aching need to connect with the homeland of poor, immigrant parents who spun nostalgic tales of the old country.
Restless in Pittsfield, O'Hara persuaded his wife to let him travel to Ireland for a year. How those months would be spent remained unclear, except that O'Hara hoped the experience somehow would calm the unresolved and undefined turbulence that roiled inside him.
One day, bicycling near his grandmother's home in Roscommon, O'Hara saw a man driving a donkey cart along a country road. "That's it," he thought.
So, on April 29, 1979, O'Hara began a journey that would last until Christmas Eve, carrying about $200 in his pocket and with no plans for accommodation other than stopping at random farmhouses, where he would seek shelter after traveling about 8 miles per day."
-Boston Globe
Meet the Author: Kevin O'Hara -- Wednesday, Nov. 10 at 6:30 p.m. Kevin O'Hara will offer a talk and slide presentation based on his autobiography, The Last of the Donkey Pilgrims.
"The book, "Last of the Donkey Pilgrims," tells the story of a Vietnam veteran with an incurable case of wanderlust and an aching need to connect with the homeland of poor, immigrant parents who spun nostalgic tales of the old country.
Restless in Pittsfield, O'Hara persuaded his wife to let him travel to Ireland for a year. How those months would be spent remained unclear, except that O'Hara hoped the experience somehow would calm the unresolved and undefined turbulence that roiled inside him.
One day, bicycling near his grandmother's home in Roscommon, O'Hara saw a man driving a donkey cart along a country road. "That's it," he thought.
So, on April 29, 1979, O'Hara began a journey that would last until Christmas Eve, carrying about $200 in his pocket and with no plans for accommodation other than stopping at random farmhouses, where he would seek shelter after traveling about 8 miles per day."
-Boston Globe
