I don't sleep, I dream

This is my hometown! I'm watching Glenn Wilson. I remember him in later years. But I was too young for Sam Slater. I just know the name

From those I experienced

NHL: Doug MacLean
NFL: Matt Millen

And that's not a knock on either as a person. But the vibe, the results during those years, so hard on a fan.

You and Todd are my go-to during yardwork, but it's always you who's the reason my wife asks me why I'm laughing so hard when raking leaves

When he retired, it opened the way for my first full-time role.

Anniversaries of tragedies remind us not only of the lives lost but of those who continued and all they got to accomplish that the others never did.

Miss you, LC.

#WeAreMarshall #75Week

Instead, he became one of the many could-haves from that tragedy, like Ken Griffey Sr. (it's true) -- yet something rarely acknowledged. His life didn't end. LC continued telling stories and developing others in the craft (me included). He left behind children and grandchildren.

Except for a swap. By driving, the other writer could drop off his wife at his in-laws, cover the game and get her on the way back. He was never going to be on that plane. Lowell would have flown.

LC was humble, hard-working and skilled, and under a different yet probable set of circumstances, he could have been a victim of the Marshall plane crash.

In 1970, he and another writer rotated going to the away football games, and the East Carolina game was his --

Unlike his wonderfully warm and bombastic contemporary, Ernie Salvatore, a New England transplant who hovered over the West Virginia sports scene for decades and was portrayed by an actor in the We Are Marshall movie, LC was Appalachian to the core.

If you're on Chrome, add the extension Sky Follower Bridge. It was a huge help for me

Will confirm. I had it on Atari, a friend on Intellivision. His was better.

@sarahszilagy.bsky.social @sarahedon.bsky.social Time to start sharing Bluesky jokes with each other!

Welcome to Columbus!