In response to Opinion Editor Greg’s Jayne’s column (“Jumpin’ jacked concert ticket prices not a gas, gas, gas,” Dec. 2, The Columbian), here is my memory of Rolling Stones tickets.
In April of 1972, I drove from Ellensburg to the Seattle Center to score tickets for the Stones and Stevie Wonder concert to be held on June 4. Prior to my trek across Snoqualmie Pass, I swilled four or five cups of Folgers to start me up. When I got to the center it was crazy, like wild horses running free. I couldn’t find parking but I figured that time was on my side so I drove about a moonlight mile, parked and ran back. There were at least 2,000 others, many of them honky tonk women, some street fighting men, no lines, just a massive jigsaw puzzle to work my way through. At this time I had no expectations, but I elbowed my way to the kiosk and, for $16, I had two tickets under my thumb.
Lesson learned: If you persist you can achieve satisfaction. And, ya’ get what ya’ need.
