Poster Comment:
I met all of the Highwaymen in Chicago way back when we were working concert security for extra money. Now, Waylon and Johnny are dead and from what I hear, Willie can't pick since the arthritis got his hands. They wanted me to follow Kris Kristofferson out of the building to make sure no body messed with him. I was following him up the stairwell. When he got to the top, he turned around and looked at me. I told him it was cool. They wanted me to follow him out. It brings a tear to my eye.
I worked many great shows all over the country, including Woodstock '94. It was the road trip from hell because of the bus crash on the way home. Many of my friends were medevaced or taken away by ambulance.
One guy, when the excitement was over, he sat down next to the guard rail and went into shock. I hollered, "We've got a man down over here." A medic came over and put an IV in his arm. I was on the other side of the guard rail. I stuck my hand up in the air, and the medic put the IV bag in it. That guy got the good looking nurse in the ambulance. Lucky dog.
The bus driver was pinned in the wreck for an hour. When they got him out, he gave us the thumbs up and we all cheered. We found out later that he lost both legs at the knee. Tough row to hoe. ;)