Lynryd Skynyrd Leaves for the Airport

by Regis Boff


We were milling around the front desk waiting for everyone to come down so we could leave for the airport. I was talking to the lead guitarist and Ronnie Van Zant was pacing around pissed off. Without a word he heads back to the elevator and disappears. Five minutes later a suitcase and an anvil steel briefcase come sailing down the stairs chased by a member of the band (I won’t reveal his name) who was actually tumbling head over heals into the lobby followed by Ronnie. I picked up beside him as he marched out to the cars. I said to him, “ What the fuck did he do?” Without looking up Ronnie said, “Late”.