TED NUGENT: The Night They Drove Old Gonzo Down
The call came one Friday, as twilight was kissing the multi-colored treetops of Birmingham. Hovering over the boss's shoulder (that's the boss, not The Boss), I saw her scrawl directions for our latest adventure—"Delta. From Florida. Flight arrives Metro airport 7:11 p.m. Drive to farm.
TED NUGENT: The Night They Drove Old Gonzo Down
by Kat Gisi
The call came one Friday, as twilight was kissing the multi-colored treetops of Birmingham. Hovering over the boss's shoulder (that's the boss, not The Boss), I saw her scrawl directions for our latest adventure—"Delta. From Florida. Flight arrives Metro airport 7:11 p.m. Drive to farm. He drives." We'd been expecting to hook up with Nugent soon, but I had no idea yet when the docking would take place. Waiting and watching, the last shaky notation was made: "Monday."