Nuts :-(
My youth is filled of memories of listening to Ernie call Tigers games on my transistor radio while I was out doing chores on the humid Michigan homeland.
Good luck, Mr. Harwell!
I grew up in a relatively big family, six kids. Hard to get quality time with Dad. I would sit in our garage and listen to Ernie calling Tigers games with Dad while he did dad stuff—tuned up the mower, sanded and refinished secondhand furniture, etc. To this day I can’t catch the scent of wood stain without hearing Ernie’s voice in my head. Oddly enough, my parents are spending the night here—they’re up from Georgia for just a few more days. Dad is already in bed, so I am spared giving him the news until tomorrow. Just damn.