Crime Reporter

May 5th, 2010 at 4:17 PM ^

A few years back, Ernie came up to Alpena to do some sort of fundraising event at the library downtown. Naturally, I wanted to go, as it was across the street from the paper, but was unable to make it.

Our sports editor attended and wrote a nice article. A few days later, Ernie sent him a hand-written note thanking the editor for his coverage. Even though I was just a spectator to this experience, I was moved by the gesture. 

Ernie was a class act.


May 5th, 2010 at 4:39 PM ^

I find myself instantly going back to jr high every time I read a story or comment about someone listening to the radio with dad or grandpa on the back porch or up north.

It's like Michigans "grandpa" died yesterday.

I've cried more today (joy and sadness) reading stories than I have in quite a while.

Made me miss Tiger Stadium even more too.


Edit:  I can only pray that my wife and I can have something similar to what Ernie and Lulu had.  They were everything to each other. 

It wasn't unexpected, but it's still unbearable for her and their family.

Dark Blue

May 5th, 2010 at 5:14 PM ^

What a great story, I can vivdly picture Ernie with wings on his back calling a game from that big stadium in the sky. 

Ernie was the voice of summer, for all of us that grew up in Michigan. I must have spen 5 hours last night listening to old clips of Ernie calling the game.

Its a sad time for us sports fans. The legends of the game are slowly fading away, and there isn't very many on the horizon poised to take their places.


May 5th, 2010 at 5:26 PM ^

... for sharing this. I can hear his voice doing that entire play-by-play and I'm tearing up yet again. My eyes are swollen!