Dear Editor:

Recently, I’ve watched the 2005 made-in-Nashville movie Neil Young: “Heart of Gold,” several times.

Divine! What a “Heart of Compassion.”  Thank you Canada.

Now, I understand why as a 19 year-old back in 72’ how C-7 squeezed so many coins out of my tight jean pockets.  Selection C-7 was the new release “Heart of Gold” on the old Rock-Ola that played loudly in the coroner of my smoky pool hall.

So wrong were those Lynyrd Skynyrd  song writers who declared that we Alabamians  didn’t need “mister young around anyhow,” in “their” Sweet Home Alabama.  The two who murdered my two older brothers definitely needed a friend like peaceful Young.

If those strong winds ever blow me up north it would be heavenly to ride across that Canadian prairie with such a gentle soul.

Wonder if the prairie dogs would sing with Neil, or just be silent and listen to their forever friend.

God must have been thinking of me when He made Neil.  How about you?

Happy Birthday, Mr. Young. (November 12)

With compassion,
Mike Sawyer
Birmingham, Alabama