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Help Keep the Swimming Pool Open

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The Haines Borough manager is again pushing to close the pool three months, May 8 to Aug. 1. The Haines Borough School District has given $12,500 to keep the pool open, so the borough would only be funding eight months of pool operation. The pool would be closed nearly four months of the current fiscal year. Ironically, the pool is…

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It’s-Not-My-Jobism Is Killing Our Town Events

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About a month ago, 40 Juneau residents boarded the state ferry and traveled to Skagway for the Buckwheat Ski Classic, a decades-old event that attracts visitors from Haines, Juneau, Whitehorse and other towns. For two days, those 40 Juneau folks ate at local restaurants, slept in Skagway lodges, drank in the town’s watering holes and likely deposited about $15,000 into…

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Madness Begins in March

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In Juneau, a 59-year-old man pushed a 54-year-old man through a second-story window, killing him. In Sitka, a drunk school bus driver steered into the opposite lane, smashed into a car and drove up on a sidewalk, with 21 students aboard. In Haines, large, pro-Russia placards were erected on Main Street, saying “Russia De-Nazify Ukraine” and “Disband Nato.” Then they…

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God and Gambling in the Heartland

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“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.”…

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The Long Wait for Better Weather

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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…

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The Biggest Chill

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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…

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Paint the Town Red, Yellow and Blue

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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…

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What It Is and What to Do About It

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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…

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Build the Lighthouse

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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…

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The Appeal of the Legend of An Object Gone Missing

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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…

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