Scott Sandelin is the founding member, the inaugural giant, the first name etched into the roll call of the Howie's Legend Club. From now on, when he walks into Amsoil or down Superior Street, the whispers will follow: “There goes Legendary Scott Sandelin.”
Witnesses told investigators the vehicle had been heading north when it crossed the centerline, veered off the roadway and came to rest in the west ditch.
Minnesota publishers aren't listening to readers when they cut print or redesign their websites for the hundredth time. The future isn’t in the layout. It’s in the personality. It’s in having columnists embedded in every neighborhood, every small town, every city council chamber, every rink and gym.
So here’s Neal Pionk, sitting in the back row of orientation camp, probably wondering if anyone will remember that winning hockey games requires more than highlight-reel goals and “branding initiatives.” If history holds, they won’t.