Column: Vaya con Dios, Vin Scully — a beacon of possibility for generations in L.A.

Vin Scully is joined by his wife, Sandi, during Vin Scully Appreciation Day on Sept. 23, 2016, before the Dodgers played the Colorado Rockies. When legendary Los Angeles Dodgers broadcaster Vin Scully passed away yesterday, I didn’t need to turn on the television, look at social media or hit up sports bars to know how much Southern California was mourning. “He’s not the Spanish Vin Scully,” Vinny told my editor, Hector Becerra, back in 2013. He’s a Hall of Fame announcer and a wonderful human being.” A retired Vin Scully jokes in 2018 with Dodgers Spanish broadcaster Jaime Jarrín during a pregame ceremony inducting Jarrín into the Dodger Stadium Ring of Honor. When I became an adult, there were few things I loved better than to drive back from an assignment far away — Santa Barbara, Bakersfield, San Diego or Coachella — so I’d be able to listen to a Dodgers game in its entirety on AM radio, from his trademark opener, “It’s time for Dodgers baseball!” to whatever eloquent sign-off he might offer on a particular night, wherever I might be.