We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Sister Morphine was a pretty good sanger but Mick really does the song justice. Later versions with Keef on the 12-strang and Mick's raggedy voice are ok, but this is the old Stones, when we were all young and life was forever. I saw the Rolling Stones in Charlotte in November 1965 at the tender age of 15 and haven't been the same since.
You? What happened to me? It's always about me, isn't it? I am a geezer too. Seems there is a lot of it gong around. A lot has changed in the last 47 years but the goal is the same: live it up, 'cause you can't live it down.
Somewhere on youtube is a CBS Sunday Morning story from a few years ago about her. She lived a very hard life, and her voice and face show it. She seemed to have pulled herself together, thankfully, but she's a far cry from the young girl we geezers remember.