Every week, I look forward to Willem Lange's "A Yankee Notebook" column. Last Wednesday, his lyrical reflections were about autumn, the rhythm of seasons, and the passage of time.
The next day the Valley News featured a front-page story about the death of baseball legend Yogi Berra. Reading about Yogi's life with Lange's thoughts still fresh in my mind, I was reminded of the words of New Hampshire poet Donald Hall. "Baseball is fathers and sons playing catch . . . the profound archaic song of birth, growth, age and death . . . the long arc of the years between."
Lange concluded his most recent column with a bit of bourbon and a toast to the autumnal journey of a retreating flock of geese. Cheers -- to the seasons of life, to "A Yankee Notebook", and to the memory of Yogi Berra.