When I Met Yogi Berra
The Yankee great has died, at 90. I met him only once. It was the opening-night party for “South Pacific,” at Lincoln Center Theater, in 2008. I waited all night — he had to indulge well-wishers — to make my move. Finally, the seat next to him was vacant. I made my move. I sat down. I introduced myself. I asked him how he liked the show. And this veteran of World War II and 10 Yankees championship teams replied, “I was at D-Day. This is bigger.” Quotable until the end.
