The last time I saw Vin Scully, it was a Wednesday in May in the City of Angels, and we were at the ballpark, his ballpark, Dodger Stadium, and one more time I asked him about the old radio.
“Joseph,” he said to me, “how many times have I told you this story?”
He smiled. How many times had it been? A half-dozen? A dozen? But he always obliged. And Vin beg…