Happy 100 Haines

 At the community picnic celebrating our town's centennial, I saw John Schnabel (he celebrated 90 years himself earlier this year.) He looked well and was very happy to be there. A little while later, over salads and hamburgers, his daughter Debra told me that her father had seen another old friend (and one of his pioneer contemporaries) among the hundreds of folks at the party on the lawn of the old school on Main Street and said, "Harriet, I've known you since you were 17 and I've always wanted to kiss you, and now that I'm 90 I think I will." And she beamed, and he did. Happy 100 Haines.   


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