I had either forgotten or underestimated, however, how much of a Skynyrd fan my 17-year-old son is. We were tooling northward up through Kentucky when this gem came on the radio, and we both loved it, grooving on the great guitar work:
What a great track. Yes, the worldview leaves something to be desired, buy my son and I are precisely agreed about that, too.
We talked about the group some more, and then it occurred to me to tell him how when I lived in NYC, I had this exact Lynyrd Skynyrd belt buckle. The photo really does not do justice to it; it absolutely sparkled, like a red glass taillamp lens on a shoebox Ford.
Kinda wish I had not thrown it away. I would have liked to hand it over to my son as some kind of Rite of Passage:
Son, I bestow upon you this Lynyrd Skynyrd belt buckle. I pronounce and declare you to be now a man!