We're not a praying man, but every year on this day we pray that Ronnie Van Zant is in Heaven, and our old man is kicking his ass at poker.
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Aren't you afraid this henceforth will be called Muammar Gaddafi Assassination Day? No, of course it will not. Who am I kidding. Although 'Gad' was the Charlie Sheen amongst dictators, I'm sure his fame will be very shortlived. Muammar Who?
Happy Birthday again!
Posted by: Martijn | October 21, 2011 at 07:46 AM
Gadhafi, Gashmafi. Ronnie Van Zant would have made a much better dictator. And thanks!
Posted by: UF MIKE | October 21, 2011 at 09:30 AM
Happy birthday Mike.
Like most people i remember where i was and what i was doing on the inaugural NLSPCD. I was a teenager in a Volkswagen with the members of a band called Low Rent, we were headed to the shipwreck coast when the news came over the radio.
My old man was a huge fan, & when he tumbled off the twig I remember the mourners exiting the chapel as the solo in Free Bird cranked up, so I'd like to think he was up there in heaven playing poker with Ronnie too.
Posted by: Dan | October 21, 2011 at 08:55 PM
Glad to hear somebody remembers where they were. I can't honestly remember where I was. I thought I was outside my dorm, but it occurs to me I'm conflating the plane crash with the news of the death of Keith Moon.
Posted by: UF MIKE | October 25, 2011 at 12:45 PM
I was at the Texas State Fair. I was wearing a sling, having broken my shoulder the weekend before. 'That Smell" was being played 100 times a day on the local radio station. After the crash they doubled down to 200 times a day.
Posted by: bannedfrommikes | October 26, 2011 at 12:14 PM