A Day in the Life, Circa 1960, So Different

Just 62 years ago…

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

It was 1960. I was a high school student in Miami, FL. We had three major networks on television, ABC, NBC, and CBS. They would broadcast from about 7 a.m. to about 1 a.m. daily, primarily in black and white though color was gaining a foothold. There were no all-night stations and cable television was non-existent. PBS was something in someone’s imagination.

Our only sports team was a Triple A, minor league, baseball club called the Miami Marlins. The NFL, NBA and MLB were small operations, one of which had just made two daring moves to the West Coast.

My leisure time was largely spent lying like a log on the beach. It was extremely relaxing and the rays were intensified by a silver reflector I aimed directly into my face. I had no idea I was causing irreparable harm to our largest organ, the skin. On the other hand…

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Vin Scully, an Obit

Vin Scully, who died yesterday, was about 18 the year I was born and I am 77. He dates back to the great broadcaster Red Barber, who hired him with the blessing of Branch Rickey, the Brooklyn Dodgers General Manager, who interviewed Vince. Branch, of course, brought Jackie Robinson into Major League Baseball. Vince broadcasted for the Dodgers for 67 years.

His mellifluous broadcasting was so “musical” that he was Ray Charles’ favorite broadcast journalist. But calling him simply a journalist would be like calling JS Bach an instrumentalist,

What Mr. Scully did was an art form, part poetry, part storytelling, and part filling even the most boring game with wonder for all who listened. Oh, how my fellow baseball lovers will miss your decency, love of the game, and extraordinary connection to all of us.