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Ronda Rich: Looking back on the Lynyrd Skynyrd tragedy
An autumn morning’s sun was creeping upward while I was snuggled comfortably in bed, my face mashed into the pillow and my floral pink chiffon bedspread pulled to my chin. The clock radio ticked to seven, waking me as it did every morning. I listened to a country FM station owned by old man near Atlanta.