The Rolling Stones have started a summer tour, promising to play classic hits.
Their collective age is 300. Keith Richards alone is 200. He learned to play on a coal-fired guitar. Just kidding. He learned on a Stratocaster.
And he’s only 75.
I have to admire The Stones for heading out when they clearly don’t need the money—though they will make truckloads of it. Jagger just had heart surgery three months ago and yet there he was on opening night, prancing about the stage like he was only 50. Which is the new 30, I think.
He’s also 75.
I hope to be prancing about on a stage or at least somewhere that isn’t a retirement home when I’m 75.
Truckloads of money would be nice, too, though optional.
