I lost my dad decades ago.
But then this guy comes along who likes to sing as he walks, a jolly Irishman who laughs and cracks wise with a hint of the devil in him and I remember that guy.
We become friendly, but then who isn't a friend of his? He gives me his email address, and I don't know, do you believe in signs from beyond? Or remarkable coincidences?
Vin Scully uses an email address that makes you believe his nickname is "Red." My dad's name was John, but everyone called him "Red."
Now I know what you're thinking, the poor guy lost it when he fell in that Phoenix hotel room and he's still down for the count.
Maybe so, but I look forward to talking to Vin Scully as much as anyone I know.
If you had a chance to talk to your father again, or come close to faking it, how much would that mean to you?
So I emailed Red, told him I wanted to use him as I ease my way back to work.
He was there for me Friday.
I remember someone else you would hear before you would see, and what a great sound it was. You hear that Scully voice now and how do you not feel better?
On this day Scully's coughing, something my dad did every day of his life. Don't know what it's doing for Scully now, but I find his barking comforting.
Like I said, do you believe in signs from beyond?
He says he won't miss the season opener as he did a year ago with a cold, "But I've added to my fun this season. I have a torn rotator cuff. Maybe pulling a suitcase, I don't know.
"The good thing is I won't miss a turn because it's not my throwing arm," says the old southpaw.
And we're laughing. But we'll see what happens when he reads and thinks, "Page 2 as my son — nooooo!"
Before we meet, he has already greeted Marie, the elevator operator, and Robert and James, who stand watch at the entrance of the Vin Scully Press Box. Sometimes you wonder if he's auditioning to be a Walmart greeter.
"These are my friends," he says, and you would seriously have to wonder about someone considered the enemy.
"I look at this job as a challenge — if still I got it. I guess it's a fear of failure," he adds, admitting he hears criticism on occasion. "And it hurts."
He sounds so natural behind a microphone, as he tells everyone it's time for Dodger baseball, but he's all about the homework. Today he's talking Romeo and Juliet.
He doesn't have it quite memorized, but he gives it a try: "When he shall die, take him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine. That all the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun."