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OLD ST. MICK

There’s an old tale about the groupie who, when asked about each new conquest, would reply, “Well, he wasn’t Mick Jagger.” Finally, she achieved a dalliance with her idol; but when pressed for an account, all she could say was, “Well, he wasn’t Mick Jagger.”

This is exactly how I feel after every Stones concert.

Tell you what, Keith: Leave Bumblin’ Jack Flash home. Gather up the rest of the boys, hire a singer, hit the road and rock again. Get back to where you once belonged--the edge.

JEFF M. ROSS

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