Dan Barreiro Proudly Endorses:
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Thursday, June 20: Ron Rosenbaum at 5:20.
Friday, June 21: Flip Saunder's Friday Funkadelic at 3:55. Lavelle Neal at 5:20.
Click here to see a gallery of photos from Vince Flynn's appearances with Dan Barreiro.
The Following is a portion of the opening comments from Dan Barreiro's 6/19 show;
There are moments that just stop you cold as basement concrete. One came for me at 8:02 this morning when I got a text from Lou Nanne. It read “Vince died during the night.”
I knew it was coming. For our guy Vince Flynn, the battle had been going badly for a while, but it never matters: The moment of truth still stops you in your tracks, chills you to the bone, and all you can do is stay in place, frozen for a while. The cliche is true: There are just some people that by their very persona, their spirit, their bigness, their vitality, you just can’t picture as gone. Just can’t get your arms around it, let alone accept it.
Vince is in that category for me. I can see him, in this studio, speaking into the microphone I am staring at right now, big grin on his face, telling us about Mitch Rapp’s world view. I am in many ways fortunate, not the least of which because I am surrounded on this program by incredibly alive, articulate, compelling, smart people who truly have made this show what it is.
Vince has been one of those voices, and to imagine it stilled...well I just can’t. Over a period of time, what happens is that even if you are not regularly socializing, you establish a certain unmistakable bond that goes beyond gabbing with one another. Vince’s generosity with me -- he was one of the few people outside my family who could get away with calling me Danny boy (I called him Vinny) -- and with this show and with my wife -- I will never forget.
On our web page you will find a couple of photos of my wife, Catherine, and Vince from last November. Happier times, healthier times. These are the pictures I will always remember Vince by. A wonderful dinner Cath and I had with Vinny and his wife, Lysa, at an Edina restaurant, that no longer even exists. Those are the happier memories I will cling to.
On-air? Though we did not always agree on the issues of the day, we just seemed to hit it off in a way that was utterly comfortable. His loyalty to this show was remarkable. He didn’t need us to sell books anymore. Yet he was there for us, doing countless shows in studio, at least one at the Mall of America, State Fairs and one at Interlachen Country Club, when he first confirmed to the public what he was dealing with.
And no matter how much time elapsed between visits, it was as if we could pick up right where we left off.
Seamlessly. Comfortably. You just can’t buy that in this business, and you never take it for granted.
You know what else you learn? You are reminded of the degree to which a bond develops and flourishes between a guest and the audience. The bond between Vince and his audiences -- his book audience and his radio audience -- became personal. People who didn’t know him felt like the knew him, felt like they knew Mitch Rapp. This stuff may seem trivial but it is not to people. It is important to them. It is comfort food to them. Vince was comfort food for the radio host, too.
I can’t tell you how many times I’d get an e-mail from somebody on a day a big national story broke in which the writer said “This would be a great day to pop Vince on.”
I’d shake my head, because though I knew they were right, and there would be nothing I’d rather do, I also knew that he was not in a state where that would be helpful. Which would remind me of the cold, hard reality of the situation. Each e-mail was like a punch in the gut. Horrible feeling that, horrible feeling, wanting to do something to change what he and his lovely family have been dealing with, and not being able to do so.
As he got closer to the end, I would occasionally text his brother, Tim, and in one note I said: “Vinny used to kid me about me being agnostic...please tell him I am praying for him, for all of you.”
Today, I pray once again, because at times like these, you defer to, and respect, what your friend believes, and wants, and needs.
You know, we finally sold my late father’s condo the other day, and I got a text from my nephew Tyler who was very close to my dad. He said, “Yesterday was a tough day. Spending the last day in that house I ever would.”
And I texted back: “I know it’s tough but remember this: He travels with you. He goes where you go, not where he used to live. He goes with the people he loved and who loved him. Those are the only places he resides. I am not real religious, but I believe that with all my heart.”
So on this enormously sad day, this is what I cling to: There’s a big piece of my father that stays in this studio every weekday afternoon. And there’s an irreplaceable piece of Vince Flynn that stays here, too.