It’s a song, not a meeting. The Collegians sang it in the days when Doo Wop was king and ruled the airways of our transistor radios.
To be honest, my brother Michael had a copy of the record, and he used to play it quite frequently.
I only remembered the song as I am preparing to have a Zoom meeting with the boys from the Bronx.
Like most old songs, it evokes memories of happier times, less complicated times.