A few months back, on a sunny, breezy spring day, I was on Interstate 85,
headed into the city to meet my friends Chardelle and Michael, and as I on occasion do, was listening to The Best of Lynyrd Skynyrd.
The sun-roof was open the windows cracked a tad, I cranked it UP. Afterall, why miss a word?
And the louder, the better.
Headed off on exit 86 to mid-town, I slowed, pulled UP to the light at the bottom of the ramp. I didn’t think about the volume.
Until the cop turned his lights on.
He was beside me, APD, one of Atlanta’s finest.
He immediately turned his lights off when I turned the music off and reached for the license and registration. He never got out of the car, just pulled UP beside me and said, “I could write you a ticket for a noise ordnance violation.”
In a panic, I replied, “But, Officer, It’s Skynyrd!” Thinking for sure he’d “write me UP”.
But, he didn’t. He just waved and drove off!
Afterall, it’s Skynyrd!