Dolified on Dolly

​So, in this never-ending onslaught of rogue viruses, vile politicians and ongoing threat of death by raging wildfire, I find myself returning to the only place where I can find any lasting inner peace, the film adaptation of Hello Dolly starring Barbara Streisand. In the last few weeks I find myself returning more and more, like some crazed heroin addict jonesing for yet another hit of Babs.I don’t even really how I ended up in such dire straits. One minute I’m minding my own business attempting to find out when the 2nd season of Mandalorian starts, the next I’m putting on my Sunday clothes because I feel down and out. 
 
I really do need help. While normal people have tunes such as Ran$om by Lil Tecca echoing around in their head, I have Before the Parade Passes By and It Only Takes a Moment slowly eating away at my brain stem. While record numbers fearing the Apocalypse stand patiently in line at Bass Pro Shops to get a handgun, I am perusing Amazon for a decent priced Dolly Blu-Ray.
 
It certainly doesn’t make any sense and I can’t even try to explain it. For God’s Sake, Walter Matthau sings for Christ’s sake! I’m at my wits end. I have even attempted imputing different musicians in hopes of purging Jerry Herman from my brain cavity. But, it’s no use. Babs isn’t going anywhere. And it’s getting worse. Tomorrow I’ll be driving around my neighborhood, Hello Dolly flags fluttering from the bed of my pickup with Just Leave Everything to Me blaring from the stereo speakers. 
 
Please consider my cry of, “Look, I’m dancing!” as a cry for help.