I used to read to my son Skip for hours on end. When we were done, he'd say, "I love your voice." With all that reading, narrations seemed perfect for me. I tried to win auditions, but I guess you just can't expect to win ‘em all. I'm going to tell you something -- Skip passed away. And the last thing he said to me -- "Dad," he said - "sometime, when the job is on the line -- and the script is beating you down -- go out there with all you got and read one for the Skipper."
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