Surfing Netflix last evening I found a documentary covering the Rolling Stones tour of South America then on to Cuba for their final concert. This was only days after Obama had visited, the first American President to do so in 80 years.
Even he knew he could not compete with what was coming, the most heartwarming, exciting, emotional performance ever, and each of the band well into their seventies.
When Keith Richards walked along the central isle to view the crowd and began crying, that was me done, or better to say, undone.
I could only be left thinking, there is hope and believing that Jumping Jack Flash is a gas!
Age? A Mere Bagatelle
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