People like to complain about the Rolling Stones—how old they are to be rock stars, how often they tour, and how much money they make. But I love them. I have been a devoted fan since I was a teenager in the sixties.
In 1994, the Stones came to Atlanta. They were on their Voodoo Lounge tour; I was working as a registered nurse for a local urologist.
A day before the band's first concert, I arrived at work to find an extremely excited receptionist. It seemed that Mick Jagger was experiencing some difficulties, and had been Read more