The last summer night

On the last night of summer, I just walked out my back door and heard the voice of Vin Scully broadcasting a Dodger game.

You probably have to be an Angeleno to truly understand, but it makes me sad that I won't hear that sound for much longer. I'm not even a baseball fan, but his voice has been the soundtrack of summer my whole life.

Somehow, that makes it feel not just like the last night of summer, but the last night of an era.