To Our Readers

"What's the weather like in heaven?" a woman asked of the person standing next to her in line. "Probably just like it is today," came the reply, almost as though there was no other response one could give.

Everyone else in line agreed. It was one of those rare days. Clear. Warm. Dry. A slight breeze. Often at that time of year—early March in new England—the days are cloudy, the air is damp, and a gust of wind can penetrate even the best of cold weather coats. When the warmth and sunshine do finally break through, you realize how accustomed you had become to living day after day in dreariness.

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