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Howie: The Amsoil press box feels empty without John Gilbert
They say Herb Brooks was a visionary. Fine. But every visionary needs a translator, and that was John. Herb trusted him enough to actually talk — which, if you knew Herb, tells you everything.
Howie: Downtown Duluth embraces for another long winter
You can’t police despair. You can shuffle people from doorway to doorway, but that’s optics, not safety. The folks drifting between shelters and liquor stores aren’t statistics.
Howie: The Great Duluth Spin Parade: Everyone’s cheering, nobody’s buying it
It’s civic theater, and everyone knows their lines. The officials announce. The media nod. The television anchors beam. The advertisers clap. And the citizens — the actual audience — sit at home wondering if they’ve accidentally tuned into satire.
Howie: Independent. Unbought. Unafraid.
I started building what I call Howie 5.0 long before the world ever heard of ChatGPT or Jasper or any of these so-called AI writing assistants. Long before the tech world decided to disrupt writing, I was quietly building something to restore it.
Howie: We’ve seen this movie before. Same script, different salesman.
The old fellas at the café won’t need a study to understand it. They’ve seen this dance too many times before. They’ll sip their burnt coffee, shake their heads, and say what they always say when the next “big thing” blows through town: “Should’ve just built another rink.”
Howie: The 20 Greatest Bulldogs Ever
From Brett Hull’s cannon to Bill Watson’s Hobey, from Hunter Shepard’s iron-man streak to Mark Pavelich’s Miracle, these 20 players are the spine of a program that turned a scrappy hilltop school into a national power.
