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Yeah, he dressed funny, was a big self-promoter, and maybe did some drugs when younger. The moralistic finger-wavers will care about that, as will sensation-craving journalists. I care about his stands on public policy.

Prior to Uncle Mick and the band's arrival on stage, I meandered up to see if I could see anything worth seeing. As it turns out, I saw one thing in particular that was eminently seeable and memorable. An acquaintance of mine, a rather large and well-muscled young man who had graduated Washburn High School perhaps 9 years previously was standing behind the barrier that separated the stage from the Great Unwashed, of which I was one. I will not repeat his name because, god rest his soul, he died and is unable to defend himself.

Suffice to say, he was a large and heavily muscled dude who had been hired by somebody as a protector of the stage against the rages of Stones fans who might, if given enough provocation, storm the stage and attempt to drag Jagger off into the hinterlands of the Iron Range.

A bodyguard is what I believe the name given for this type of work.

The acquaintance also happened to be one of the premiere dealers of fine acid in all of Minneapolis. My friends and I had sampled his wares on more than one occasion and knew him to be what we called in those days, “a righteous dealer.” Of course, we were not in attendance to purchase acid as a Stones concert is trippy enough all on its own. No, we just wanted to say hello to our acquaintance and arrange for a purchasing opportunity after the show, before having to navigate the 135-mile sojourn to the Twin Ports.

At any rate, amidst the cacaphony of the pre-concert activity, our Trips supplier introduced me to one of his friends and co-workers who was also rather large and filled with youthful strength. He was introduced to me as someone named “Jesse.” No last names were given, but the dude was big, bald and had an attitude about him that was unmistakeable.

I couldn't swear that this person turned out to be a one term wonder Governor of the Golden Gopher state, but I would be willing to bet money on my memory. This “Jesse” was a friend of our LSD dealer and while I cannot claim to know with absolute certainty that this “Jesse” was involved in similar activity, I feel fairly certain it would be a good bet.

The Stones were fabulous.

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Yeah, he dressed funny, was a big self-promoter, and maybe did some drugs when younger. The moralistic finger-wavers will care about that, as will sensation-craving journalists. I care about his stands on public policy.

Prior to Uncle Mick and the band’s arrival on stage, I meandered up to see if I could see anything worth seeing. As it turns out, I saw one thing in particular that was eminently seeable and memorable. An acquaintance of mine, a rather large and well-muscled young man who had graduated Washburn High School perhaps 9 years previously was standing behind the barrier that separated the stage from the Great Unwashed, of which I was one. I will not repeat his name because, god rest his soul, he died and is unable to defend himself.

Suffice to say, he was a large and heavily muscled dude who had been hired by somebody as a protector of the stage against the rages of Stones fans who might, if given enough provocation, storm the stage and attempt to drag Jagger off into the hinterlands of the Iron Range.

A bodyguard is what I believe the name given for this type of work.

The acquaintance also happened to be one of the premiere dealers of fine acid in all of Minneapolis. My friends and I had sampled his wares on more than one occasion and knew him to be what we called in those days, “a righteous dealer.” Of course, we were not in attendance to purchase acid as a Stones concert is trippy enough all on its own. No, we just wanted to say hello to our acquaintance and arrange for a purchasing opportunity after the show, before having to navigate the 135-mile sojourn to the Twin Ports.

At any rate, amidst the cacaphony of the pre-concert activity, our Trips supplier introduced me to one of his friends and co-workers who was also rather large and filled with youthful strength. He was introduced to me as someone named “Jesse.” No last names were given, but the dude was big, bald and had an attitude about him that was unmistakeable.

I couldn’t swear that this person turned out to be a one term wonder Governor of the Golden Gopher state, but I would be willing to bet money on my memory. This “Jesse” was a friend of our LSD dealer and while I cannot claim to know with absolute certainty that this “Jesse” was involved in similar activity, I feel fairly certain it would be a good bet.

The Stones were fabulous.