“Don’t wanna be buried in debt or in sin so we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto Cause there ain’t but two ways we can change tomorrow.” Songwriter Brandy Clark, from “Pray to Jesus” At public meetings I’ve attended for the last 35 years, some jackass will always stand up and say, “This town is dying.”…
Around 11 p.m. Saturday, a car full of teen-agers drove into a highway pull-out at 26 Mile and parked just long enough for the kids inside to get out and dance around to some loud music in the parking lot. Cheap thrills, for sure, but small-town kids understand that even cheap thrills beat no thrills at all. Adults are no…
The climate people say the Winter Olympics may go away for lack of snow. In Beijing, skiers complain about surfaces of man-made snow that diminish their performances. In the Alps, reflective tarps are used to preserve glaciers, huge tourist attractions that are melting away. In Haines, a half-dozen or more skiers leave every winter for trips to Washington or Colorado,…
It was a Sunday 33 years ago almost to the day, and we spent all of it at the Harbor Bar, a dozen bachelors, cheechakoes, alcoholics and the like, sipping drinks, telling stories and shooting pool. No one got drunk but that wasn’t the point. We were there sponging up heat from Jack Martin’s furnace. The thermometer on the bank…
If any more COVID money drops into this town unexpected, or some worldwide cataclysm causes a surge in the oil prices or even if neither of those happens, the Haines Borough should consider painting the place. It would be an easy way to improve our look. In Southeast Alaska, our dominant color is gray. Gray comes at us for days…
Linda was sitting on a log at the water’s edge, smoking a cigarette and nipping at a flask bottle of hootch. If ever there’s been a more fitting image of the Haines Polar Bear Dip, I haven’t seen it. We’re a ragtag crew, not an elite athlete in the lot. Linda is neither young nor petite and she sank in…
It’s Martin Luther King Jr. Day and I haven’t done a damned thing to promote racial unity or end discrimination. That’s mostly my own fault, of course, but some of the fault lies with society and how, by deifying our heroes, we so often diminish their message. First, it’s a safe bet that MLK would not have been okay with…
The temperature at my wife’s house on Lutak Road reads two below zero, it’s snowing hard and that’s not the worst of it. The worst of it is a prediction of rain on what Haines meteorologist Jim Green says is a downtown snowpack of 46 inches and what happens next as a result. Sub-zero temperatures and heavy snowfall are two…
There’s an apocryphal story about Ben Franklin, arguably the most pragmatic leader in colonial America, and a disastrous shipwreck. The wreck claimed the lives of many of the passengers aboard and distraught mourners asked that a chapel be built on the site in remembrance. When the question was put to Franklin he said, “No, build a lighthouse.” We are surrounded…
The notary public embosser used by Sol Ripinsky was returned to the Sheldon Museum last month, but half of the die – the part that sqeezes a piece of paper into a raised insignia – is missing. The embosser came from a house, an old Army building on Union Street that Richard and Mary Manuel had spent decades filling shoulder…