The voice of my childhood.

Ernie Harwell, one of the voices of my childhood, has passed.  You never heard of a truer gentleman and devotee of the game, of his team, of his city.

One of Ernie Harwell’s sly little jokes was how he commented on foul balls.   “A man from Ishpeming snagged that one!”  “A lucky lady from Lake Orion just got herself a free souvenir.”  When I was a kid, I was amazed he always seemed to know where everybody in the stands hailed from.

When I grew up and knew better, I loved it even more.

92 years on this earth and nobody ever had a bad thing to say against him.  God rest you, sir.

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