By Roger Wallenstein
Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn’t bear it without you
Don’t get around much anymore
– Music by Duke Ellington, lyrics by Bob Russell
I find myself mouthing the words to this old standard with near shocking frequency these days because, I suppose, I actually don’t get around much anymore. And when I do, I’m careful to mask up and social distance. I’ve always enjoyed the song, but nowadays those lyrics have far greater significance than when they were written in 1942.
Take Friday night, for instance. The White Sox were returning home a game ahead in the AL Central Division. They had won 17 of their last 22. Everything was pointing to the playoffs. A hint of fall was in the air, yet these late summer evenings remain blissful now that the 90-degree heat and humidity have bid us adieu for the season. This should have been the perfect night to watch the most exciting team in years on the South Side, not on television but at the ballpark.
Posted on September 14, 2020