In the midst of a cold, windy winter, and our annual squabble, it is nice to hear what Haines means to others. My niece Marie Glanz has visited here several times. In fact, her daughter met her future husband here. In an e-mail Marie sent me on Feb. 26, she wrote: “I think Haines is my ‘happy place.’ Whenever I go to sleep with something on my mind, I dream of being in Haines. That is what happened the night (my brother) Michael died. I dreamed I was in Haines and going on a hike.” Marie lives in Easton, Pa.

Joan M. Snyder