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"Mrs. Lagmen....Are you okay?" The interviewer asked. She looked at me and whispered something to the camera man. I looked up.

"Oh, pardon me dear." I said. I am 87 years old, they shouldn't blam me for loosing train of thought.

I was being interviewed for a TV special on NBC. It was about my life and my band from my young years.

"It's fine ma'am. So, does this picture bring back any memories at all?" The blonde woman, who looked about 20, asked me. She handed me a picture. It was of me and my two sisters, standing in front of a bar. It all came back.

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