He’s simply amazing, and I can’t recall a time when I didn’t know his voice:
During the sad and difficult years after my father’s stroke left him unexpectedly blind, Dad found at least some comfort in faithfully listening to broadcasts of Dodger games.
When I came down to California right after Dad died, I thought I could handle things fairly well. I was tough. Scandinavian. But when I saw the schedule of Dodger radio broadcasts that Dad’s caregiver had affixed to the refrigerator door, I lost it. I knew how much those broadcasts — and Vin Scully’s inimitable voice — had meant to my father, and to our family over many decades.
Vin Scully has been a surprisingly big part of my life. I wish him all the best.