Mid-Week Mix coming tomorrow, but in light of the passing of our great Michigan icon, a fantastic YouTube video.
As I moved to Michigan circa 2000, I only heard two of the seasons before he retired. The Tigers were awful in those days, and I didn't listen on the radio as much as I really should have. But I still get chocked up watching all these retrospectives (the DetNews has a cool interactive one; I like the Freep Tigers beat writer's obit above, however). He's got that effect. This video, however, is all happiness.
I periodically check in on journalist peers from past jobs and internships to see how they're doing. Some buy into a Little Caesar's franchise. Others become foreign service officers.
Haugen was something of an enigma in Lewisville. Residents who can trace local family lineages back decades don't know where he came from, what he did for work or how he met Gronewold's stepdaughter Ashley Sullivan a tart-tongued cafe waitress and bartender who traded jabs with farmers and doted on her two sons.
According to the police report, Dushane pulled up to the McDonald’s at about 6:20 a.m. and ordered items including McNuggets. When she was told that the Main Street McDonald’s only served breakfast items after 2:30 a.m., Dushane had a number of options. One was to quickly peruse the breakfast menu to order something else, a McGriddle, maybe; another was to thank the voice coming out of the order box, drive home and return during McNugget hours.
"She was just a lost soul out on the street. Sometimes she'd carry on and scream like hell, and I'd think it was because she'd gotten robbed again. But then, sometimes if you looked cross-eyed at her, she'd scream, too."
