I was living in the suburbs of Philly at that time. I had introduced a friend of mine to aviation, and he just went nuts with it, flying freight runs and dead bodies and whatever he could to build his hours. I used to listen to WMMR-FM in Philly, and usually let it play all night, even while I slept.
One particular night, my buddy called me at night from an airport in the Carolinas. He said, “You’re not going to believe this! I just walked around the tour plane for Lynyrd Skynyrd! They played a concert in town, and I got to check out their plane!”
We agreed to talk more when he returned, and I went to sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was awakened by the song “Free Bird” playing loudly on the radio, which I had left on.
The song ended, and the DJ sadly announced that the tour plane had crashed (In Georgia?), and all were killed. I couldn’t believe the sadness and the irony, in light of that phone call earlier that night. I’ll never forget that night.
That’s one helluva story, Weeder... thx for sharing.
I got to see Kenny Rogers’ plane once, sold his mgr a car- luckily nothing bad happened to him tho