My grandparents dated in the era of Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey. I’m told they both could cut quite a rug. And their song, the one that could lift them both from any sorrow, even the death of their only son, was “Sentimental Journey”. They liked many versions, but none better than those sung by Doris Day.
When my grandmother came home to die, I ransacked Wal-Mart. I found and purchased the last Big Band CD in the place. I brought it back and put it on the CD player for her. I played their song, and my grandparents smiled.