In the course of going through and making sense of my sprawling and unwieldy vinyl collection, I’ve been sharing what I find by DJing at clubs. When I started, I wondered why I hadn’t done it sooner. So I’m spinning at Porco Lounge and Tiki Room again this month — mostly vintage lounge, and inevitably this night will end up as a kind of tribute to Doris Day. A decade ago — almost to the day — I stayed at her place in Carmel. I knew her passing was inevitable, but it was still sad when it happened. She was the end of something.