Story has it, there was a man by the name of Jimmy Hudmaker.

He was a local character who roamed the business district in Excelsior, Minnesota,

which is a trendy artist community just outside of Minneapolis.

Mr. Jimmy, as he was known, had some disabilities, but for the most part, he was a sharp wit,

although he would talk to himself quite a bit, which isn't all that out of place anymore.

Going from spot to spot, he walked miles every day and was cared for by the local shop owners until he passed in October of 2007.

Now, really quickly, let's back up 43 years to 1964.

The Rolling Stones were on their first U.S. tour and just so happened to be playing in Excelsior, Minnesota.

The Dance Land Ballroom Hall seemed less than impressed with the British invasion,

with fewer than 300 people showing up as the stones weren't well received.

Some say the steep $6 ticket price kept people away, where most nights

it was only about a dollar and a half to hear a band. One local named Gary Raines recalls the

night as rather lackluster. There was some booing, he said, and a fair amount of, who are these beetle wannabes?

But he went on to say he actually enjoyed the show.

According to Excelsior lure, Mick Jagger went into a local pharmacy drugstore the following day.

And while waiting to fill a prescription,

Mr. Jimmy, of all people, was in front of him,

ordering a cherry Coke.

Sorry, sir, the clerk said.

I'm sold out.

Ah, we've all been there.

Settling for regular Coke, Mr. Jimmy turned to Mick and said,

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