Connie Stevens is in need of some healing tunes

She needs some healing tunes

Although the world turns, not all of us can.

Celebrity seer John Cohan who knows Connie Stevens since Brooklyn childhood says, “Prayers are needed,” for Connie, 86, in an LA nursing home. “She’ll not sing onstage again.”

Connie grabbed stardom from her role on the show “Hawaiian Eye” (1959 to 1963). Kids would dress with false eyelashes, ponytails and balloon skirts to copy her. Forget her nudie movie “The Sex Symbol” (1974). Even she’s probably forgotten it.

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It’s a wild, wild world

The world has changed — even for animal-kind. The Post had a recent story about coyotes.

Just now, in Weston, a manicured lawn near Boston, a teeny white fluffy Maltese played in a private secured area with grass, lawn, trees, flowers, gated road, while its owner — inside her adjacent kitchen — watched. From woods sprang a coyote. Despite its screaming owner racing out and the dog’s terrifying barking — her precious adored pet was taken. Gone. Never to be seen again.

Recently, in another country home — with alarms, locks, sirens, guards, private roadways — a Shih Tzu played in the grass. Inches away stood its owner. Overhead swooped an eagle. Huge. Wings outstretched, it lowered itself. Shrieking in terror, she quickly collected her dog. A neighbor had lost her own pet at the talons of an eagle.

I was recently in Jackson Hole. The owner asleep, but being 8 a.m. NY time, I was up. Standing inside her house’s glass walls. Nose to nose, staring at me, taller than I, there was a gigantic black bear directly in front of me, trying the door’s lock. Terrified, I screamed. The bear lumbered away. Me, I got the hell out — back to New York.

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Shelter for all

America’s growing old — trains, bridges, tunnels, machines, houses, people, rules, infrastructure’s crumbling. Patience, respect, learning, family affection is waning. Established ways are wobbling.

It’s come to world safety. Being only a visitor on the planet I’m not smart enough to have an answer. At this tense time, my thoughts also run to the animals and the elderly.

And I’m an animal lover. On the ASPCA’s international board for years, I organized the longtime Blessing of the Animals at Park Avenue’s Christ Church, until we got hit with the pandemic.

My Yorkshire terrier Jellybean I love desperately. I’m even willing to overlook my dog’s poor bathroom habits — which are worse than my husband’s were — because I love my 6-pound Yorkie, so much.

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Impeach this

DESPITE terrorist Iran’s plan to kill all Americans plus Israelis, bartender Ocasio-Cortez, whose background is a sloe gin fizz, snarls at the White House. She should have done the same to Biden since that seemed the only way to protect him.

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TWO redneck wives: One asks, “How do you get your husband out of bed and to work in the morning?” Second one: “Easy. I just open the door and let the cat in.” First one: “That get him up?” Second one: “Absolutely. See, he sleeps with the dog.”

Only in America, kids, only in America.