It started out unremarkably. I stood on Indianapolis Boulevard in the 19-degree cold and yelled at big trucks, sang, drank a latte and talked about going to the Army-Navy game over the weekend. After a while, I came inside to the warmth of the Strack & Van Til studios and did a local morning show. Billy Baker, my childhood chump, came in and we made fun of each other. All is well.
"Yes. At the age of 48."
"You better get at least two confirmations on this."
And he did. It's being reported on Indy radio and TV. Eric Anderson grew up in Hegewisch and went to St. Francis de Sales in the late 1980s. Then he went to IU, where he scored 1715 points. He played a couple years with the Knicks. Eventually, he came home.
As is the case with many who grew up on the southeast side of Chicago, home became northwest Indiana. He got a job here and became part of the fabric. He was at Johnny's Tap on Wednesday before Thanksgiving. It doesn't get any more Region than that.
Our sincere condolences to Eric's family and his long list of friends. You'd see Eric around at various places in the Region. He attended business luncheons and, don't hold this against him, got to know and hang with WJOB's Dave Kusiak. We're all devastated. One of our own has passed. 48 eight is young. 48 brings sadness.