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I hear voices . . .

"Tommy, can ya hear me?"

We often take for granted the simple gift of speaking and hearing each other's voices.

Right now, I am firmly planted in the living room so that I can sit and work while listening to the dulcet tones of Vin Scully call tonight's Los Angeles Dodgers game.

I grew up in L.A. listening to this wonderful announcer and did not realize at the time that he was etching into my aural record a deep and lasting imprint of what is good, right and true. Yes, I love baseball and listening to a game is as vital as watching the game. Whenever I went to Dodger Stadium for a game, I often took my transistor radio (yes, I risk dating myself here) so that I could listen to Mr. Scully call the game while enjoying the surrounding sounds of the live game.

I no longer live in Los Angeles so I don't get to hear Vin on television (or radio) very often. So tonight as my husband was channel surfing to see what games were on, I was in another room and yet I heard &quo…