God Bless you, Ernie Harwell. I spent my youth in the 1970’s listening to Ernie and Paul....i remember those west coast trips in July, when the games did not start until 10 pm EST, and I had my old transistor radio tucked under my pillow, listening as long as I could stay awake.
I met Ernie in 1989 at a chance encounter at Tiger Stadium, while attending a game.
A piece of my youth passed away yesterday...
RIP Ernie......you never “stood like a house by the side of the road, and watched that one go by”
“A piece of my youth passed away yesterday...”
I agree, I feel like I have officially lost all vestiges of my childhood. Some of my best memories are sitting on the lake with my dad, fishing for blue gill and listening to Ernie call a game.
RIP Ernie, you deserve it.