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I’m repeating something I wrote here nine years ago about one of the greatest nights of my childhood.
Me, my dad, my cousin and Gordie Howe.
Howe died last night. We are not likely to see anything like him again and I wish my boys could have seen the way he played the game. The word “great” is used too easily these days. Howe really was great.
I remember . . . Continue reading
