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.