Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?

I have one CD on my minivan. One CD with one set of songs on permaplay. One of those songs is Mrs. Robinson by Simon & Garfunkel. I did not put this CD in my car. It was My Bitter Half's doing. He's the one with taste and musical vision. He's able to find the right song for the right mood at the right time. I'm the type whose mind goes blank when she walks into a music store.

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

That's not to say that music doesn't affect me. Or matter to me. I keep getting that lyric stuck on the merry go round in my head. Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? People are hurting. People are confused. People are losing their homes and getting second and third jobs. People are isolating themselves at home in increasing numbers. We've never been more connected. Nor have we ever felt so alone.

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? Why aren't young kids gathering in their rooms to fawn over cards with your slick, smiling image? Listening to music while lying on their backs tossing baseballs into the air? What caused their parents to turn away from you and shy away from hope and a sense of us and right and good?

It's time for you to come home.