The last time I was at Ravinia was August 2010. In case you don’t remember, that was before the pandemic. I saw Crosby, Stills, and Nash, or at least a video of them on a large screen on the lawn. The place was jammed. Excursions to the bathroom required detailed planning.

Last night was different. Parking was easy, as was wandering the grounds and using the facilities.

I sat in the pavilion (free tickets, so I didn’t have to mortgage my home, though parking was the price of a long weekend in the Catskills), where COVID spacing was in effect, as apparently was disinterest, based upon the number of empty seats around us.

And, as far as I know, neither Buckley nor Feinstein have their own craft cannabis brand, as Crosby does.

This was sort of a make-up game for me, having missed Buckley in Hello Dolly when she decided to take the night off the night I went to that show.

Well, fool me twice, shame on me. Buckley showed up this time, but well over halfway through the show, and then sang only two songs on her own (not including that one) and three or four forgettable duets with Feinstein (not exactly Nat King and Natalie Cole), who was otherwise wonderful (worth the price of parking), singing beautifully even though his facial muscles did seem to be stuck in one position.