FUTURE ADVISE TO MY SON
Live life like a Lynyrd Skynyrd song. Wait? What?
Okay there I said it. My Georgia, Eastern Kentucky blood comes to the fore front. No, I’m not growing a mullet or putting a Trans Am up on blocks. But there is something to be said about some Skynyrd. And when I say live your life like some southern rock music I mean live it simply but effective. Honest, full of love and life, moralistic, God fearing and most of all…rocking. Now that’s not a bad way to live.
This thought came to me to me about 5:30 this morning. Not sure why, but the channel in my mind must have been tuned to the swamp music station. But it was instantaneous, “live life like a Lynyrd Skynyrd song.” I don’t know where this random crap comes from folks. I’m apparently just the messenger. So what ever the days you brings try to find a classic rock station, I’m sure Simple Man or Free Bird is playing somewhere. Maybe you’ll have the same sleepless night epiphany that I had.
side note: I’m sure the true meaning of this thought will hit in the middle of the night sometime. I’ll try to relay that peril of wisdom when it happens.
