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Gross.Here it is. Go stand next to the murderer for a picture, kids!
Meeting O.J. Simpson March 1996 Brentwood California
Spontaneous unedited video of people stopping to meet O.J. Simpson on the road in front of his Brentwood, California house.www.youtube.com
i read those at his death bed had to sign NDAs so......
NDAs cannot be used to conceal criminal activity.
*not guilty
**Not guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. Guilty by a preponderance of the evidence.
***The LAPD done did screwed up.
And how. Also, the laughable prosecution didn't help. I could have done considerably better.
His Cardinals played the best brand of baseball I've ever seen, converting me from a Dodgers fan to a Cardinals fan in the process.
Oh, wow. For reasons unknown, but completely out of sync with a lot of the other culture in our house growing up, MacNeil/Lehrer was on every single night. I don't watch any TV news anymore, but if I did that format -- 3 or 4 stories covered in some depth each night, so that at the end of a couple years you get educated about the context and history and etc behind the headlines, and build a broader understanding of the world -- would still be my go to. Very fond memories of the old intro.
No, you couldn't have, but I would agree that they certainly made some mistakes.
You genuinely believe you could have presented a better case in a high-profile murder case against a strong defense team that lasted weeks than two (2) experienced prosecutors??
Yes. The prosecution was disorganized. I'd have to go back and watch that circus again, but I wondered at the time if they'd even gone to law school. The sheer volume and type of evidence in the case should have resulted in a conviction, even with the incompetent and corrupt LAPD involvement. The jury deserved better.
I forget now since it has been so long since this happened, but my vague recollection was that much of the evidence wasn't allowed to be presented to the jury because of the F-ups of the LAPD. So while Joe Q Public saw all of the mounds of evidence it wasn't allowed to be presented to the jury so to them there wasn't as much which left the reasonable doubt possibility.
My Dad was working, we lived in a really small town, and when he got home, he said "I heard something happened at the ballpark today. What happened?" My old man looked on in absolute horror (for me) as my Mom described exactly what had happened. They made the perfect team.From one Buckeye to another, bless you @Sullie!My Mom and her caretaker passed away on April 8th. Thoughts are prayers for both of their souls would be greatly appreciated. My Mom loved life. When my Mom turned 40, she went back to college so that she could become an RN. After she worked in a few hospitals she eventually worked in nursing homes and then finally she became a nursing home inspector. She saved countless lives over her years, she never talked about it, but I know that she did. Anyway, Mom was the exact opposite of Dad. My Dad was an extremely introverted, quiet, pensive, introspective, humble and "me last" kind of a person about everything. My Mom was loud, brash, outspoken, extroverted, intrepid, attention seeking and to be honest she was always a "me first" kind of a person about everything. . . and I mean that in both good and bad and I loved and hated that about her, but she was who she was. And I say that because I remember once when I got hit in the face with a baseball when I was a kid. My Mom ran onto the field to cradle her "baby boy's" face in front of fans, players, parents, coaches and everyone else to make sure I was okay. It was precious and sweet, but I was branded a sissy/Momma's boy by both boys, girls, parents and coaches alike for years to come. Thanks Mom!
I met my wonderful wife 30 years ago this month. My Dad got to meet my wife once but, unfortunately, he later passed away 2 days before Thanksgiving, so he didn't get to be with us for the wedding. My wife and I were married about a year later. At our wedding, we hired a harpist to play during our Catholic ceremony and later on during our reception. We had a pretty intimate wedding, maybe 50 or 60 people, only family and very close friends. At some point, during the reception, we were sitting at a table talking and my Mom got up and excused herself and I didn't really think much of it. A few minutes later, I heard a very familiar song quietly playing and I looked over and saw her sitting beside the harpist because she had requested that she play a very familiar song for her. My lasting memory of my Mom will always be of the loudest, most brash, outspoken, attention seeking woman on the planet, quietly sitting in front of the harpist alone, with tears streaming down her face, not trying to seek attention but instead just quietly listening to the harpist play her and my Dad's favorite song.
My Mom and her caretaker passed away on April 8th. Thoughts are prayers for both of their souls would be greatly appreciated. My Mom loved life. When my Mom turned 40, she went back to college so that she could become an RN. After she worked in a few hospitals she eventually worked in nursing homes and then finally she became a nursing home inspector. She saved countless lives over her years, she never talked about it, but I know that she did. Anyway, Mom was the exact opposite of Dad. My Dad was an extremely introverted, quiet, pensive, introspective, humble and "me last" kind of a person about everything. My Mom was loud, brash, outspoken, extroverted, intrepid, attention seeking and to be honest she was always a "me first" kind of a person about everything. . . and I mean that in both good and bad and I loved and hated that about her, but she was who she was. And I say that because I remember once when I got hit in the face with a baseball when I was a kid. My Mom ran onto the field to cradle her "baby boy's" face in front of fans, players, parents, coaches and everyone else to make sure I was okay. It was precious and sweet, but I was branded a sissy/Momma's boy by both boys, girls, parents and coaches alike for years to come. Thanks Mom!
I met my wonderful wife 30 years ago this month. My Dad got to meet my wife once but, unfortunately, he later passed away 2 days before Thanksgiving, so he didn't get to be with us for the wedding. My wife and I were married about a year later. At our wedding, we hired a harpist to play during our Catholic ceremony and later on during our reception. We had a pretty intimate wedding, maybe 50 or 60 people, only family and very close friends. At some point, during the reception, we were sitting at a table talking and my Mom got up and excused herself and I didn't really think much of it. A few minutes later, I heard a very familiar song quietly playing and I looked over and saw her sitting beside the harpist because she had requested that she play a very familiar song for her. My lasting memory of my Mom will always be of the loudest, most brash, outspoken, attention seeking woman on the planet, quietly sitting in front of the harpist alone, with tears streaming down her face, not trying to seek attention but instead just quietly listening to the harpist play her and my Dad's favorite song.
We also had a harpist at our wedding. Your wedding sounds lovely.My Mom and her caretaker passed away on April 8th. Thoughts are prayers for both of their souls would be greatly appreciated. My Mom loved life. When my Mom turned 40, she went back to college so that she could become an RN. After she worked in a few hospitals she eventually worked in nursing homes and then finally she became a nursing home inspector. She saved countless lives over her years, she never talked about it, but I know that she did. Anyway, Mom was the exact opposite of Dad. My Dad was an extremely introverted, quiet, pensive, introspective, humble and "me last" kind of a person about everything. My Mom was loud, brash, outspoken, extroverted, intrepid, attention seeking and to be honest she was always a "me first" kind of a person about everything. . . and I mean that in both good and bad and I loved and hated that about her, but she was who she was. And I say that because I remember once when I got hit in the face with a baseball when I was a kid. My Mom ran onto the field to cradle her "baby boy's" face in front of fans, players, parents, coaches and everyone else to make sure I was okay. It was precious and sweet, but I was branded a sissy/Momma's boy by both boys, girls, parents and coaches alike for years to come. Thanks Mom!
I met my wonderful wife 30 years ago this month. My Dad got to meet my wife once but, unfortunately, he later passed away 2 days before Thanksgiving, so he didn't get to be with us for the wedding. My wife and I were married about a year later. At our wedding, we hired a harpist to play during our Catholic ceremony and later on during our reception. We had a pretty intimate wedding, maybe 50 or 60 people, only family and very close friends. At some point, during the reception, we were sitting at a table talking and my Mom got up and excused herself and I didn't really think much of it. A few minutes later, I heard a very familiar song quietly playing and I looked over and saw her sitting beside the harpist because she had requested that she play a very familiar song for her. My lasting memory of my Mom will always be of the loudest, most brash, outspoken, attention seeking woman on the planet, quietly sitting in front of the harpist alone, with tears streaming down her face, not trying to seek attention but instead just quietly listening to the harpist play her and my Dad's favorite song.
My Mom and her caretaker passed away on April 8th. Thoughts are prayers for both of their souls would be greatly appreciated. My Mom loved life. When my Mom turned 40, she went back to college so that she could become an RN. After she worked in a few hospitals she eventually worked in nursing homes and then finally she became a nursing home inspector. She saved countless lives over her years, she never talked about it, but I know that she did. Anyway, Mom was the exact opposite of Dad. My Dad was an extremely introverted, quiet, pensive, introspective, humble and "me last" kind of a person about everything. My Mom was loud, brash, outspoken, extroverted, intrepid, attention seeking and to be honest she was always a "me first" kind of a person about everything. . . and I mean that in both good and bad and I loved and hated that about her, but she was who she was. And I say that because I remember once when I got hit in the face with a baseball when I was a kid. My Mom ran onto the field to cradle her "baby boy's" face in front of fans, players, parents, coaches and everyone else to make sure I was okay. It was precious and sweet, but I was branded a sissy/Momma's boy by both boys, girls, parents and coaches alike for years to come. Thanks Mom!
I met my wonderful wife 30 years ago this month. My Dad got to meet my wife once but, unfortunately, he later passed away 2 days before Thanksgiving, so he didn't get to be with us for the wedding. My wife and I were married about a year later. At our wedding, we hired a harpist to play during our Catholic ceremony and later on during our reception. We had a pretty intimate wedding, maybe 50 or 60 people, only family and very close friends. At some point, during the reception, we were sitting at a table talking and my Mom got up and excused herself and I didn't really think much of it. A few minutes later, I heard a very familiar song quietly playing and I looked over and saw her sitting beside the harpist because she had requested that she play a very familiar song for her. My lasting memory of my Mom will always be of the loudest, most brash, outspoken, attention seeking woman on the planet, quietly sitting in front of the harpist alone, with tears streaming down her face, not trying to seek attention but instead just quietly listening to the harpist play her and my Dad's favorite song.
Sorry for your lost.. Just lost my dad about a month ago as well. It's tough.. Good luck to youMy Mom and her caretaker passed away on April 8th. Thoughts are prayers for both of their souls would be greatly appreciated. My Mom loved life. When my Mom turned 40, she went back to college so that she could become an RN. After she worked in a few hospitals she eventually worked in nursing homes and then finally she became a nursing home inspector. She saved countless lives over her years, she never talked about it, but I know that she did. Anyway, Mom was the exact opposite of Dad. My Dad was an extremely introverted, quiet, pensive, introspective, humble and "me last" kind of a person about everything. My Mom was loud, brash, outspoken, extroverted, intrepid, attention seeking and to be honest she was always a "me first" kind of a person about everything. . . and I mean that in both good and bad and I loved and hated that about her, but she was who she was. And I say that because I remember once when I got hit in the face with a baseball when I was a kid. My Mom ran onto the field to cradle her "baby boy's" face in front of fans, players, parents, coaches and everyone else to make sure I was okay. It was precious and sweet, but I was branded a sissy/Momma's boy by both boys, girls, parents and coaches alike for years to come. Thanks Mom!
I met my wonderful wife 30 years ago this month. My Dad got to meet my wife once but, unfortunately, he later passed away 2 days before Thanksgiving, so he didn't get to be with us for the wedding. My wife and I were married about a year later. At our wedding, we hired a harpist to play during our Catholic ceremony and later on during our reception. We had a pretty intimate wedding, maybe 50 or 60 people, only family and very close friends. At some point, during the reception, we were sitting at a table talking and my Mom got up and excused herself and I didn't really think much of it. A few minutes later, I heard a very familiar song quietly playing and I looked over and saw her sitting beside the harpist because she had requested that she play a very familiar song for her. My lasting memory of my Mom will always be of the loudest, most brash, outspoken, attention seeking woman on the planet, quietly sitting in front of the harpist alone, with tears streaming down her face, not trying to seek attention but instead just quietly listening to the harpist play her and my Dad's favorite song.
Oh man…they’re really hitting home now. Will NEVER forget my first Brothers concert watching Dickey and Warren play off each other. RIP to a legend.
We also had a harpist at our wedding. Your wedding sounds lovely.My Mom and her caretaker passed away on April 8th. Thoughts are prayers for both of their souls would be greatly appreciated. My Mom loved life. When my Mom turned 40, she went back to college so that she could become an RN. After she worked in a few hospitals she eventually worked in nursing homes and then finally she became a nursing home inspector. She saved countless lives over her years, she never talked about it, but I know that she did. Anyway, Mom was the exact opposite of Dad. My Dad was an extremely introverted, quiet, pensive, introspective, humble and "me last" kind of a person about everything. My Mom was loud, brash, outspoken, extroverted, intrepid, attention seeking and to be honest she was always a "me first" kind of a person about everything. . . and I mean that in both good and bad and I loved and hated that about her, but she was who she was. And I say that because I remember once when I got hit in the face with a baseball when I was a kid. My Mom ran onto the field to cradle her "baby boy's" face in front of fans, players, parents, coaches and everyone else to make sure I was okay. It was precious and sweet, but I was branded a sissy/Momma's boy by both boys, girls, parents and coaches alike for years to come. Thanks Mom!
I met my wonderful wife 30 years ago this month. My Dad got to meet my wife once but, unfortunately, he later passed away 2 days before Thanksgiving, so he didn't get to be with us for the wedding. My wife and I were married about a year later. At our wedding, we hired a harpist to play during our Catholic ceremony and later on during our reception. We had a pretty intimate wedding, maybe 50 or 60 people, only family and very close friends. At some point, during the reception, we were sitting at a table talking and my Mom got up and excused herself and I didn't really think much of it. A few minutes later, I heard a very familiar song quietly playing and I looked over and saw her sitting beside the harpist because she had requested that she play a very familiar song for her. My lasting memory of my Mom will always be of the loudest, most brash, outspoken, attention seeking woman on the planet, quietly sitting in front of the harpist alone, with tears streaming down her face, not trying to seek attention but instead just quietly listening to the harpist play her and my Dad's favorite song.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
1st song in my queue this morning...I can 'sing' every guitar note it seems. Love when Dickey takes the lead (2:30 in).
We had a similar experience. I'd known our harpist for a long time when we hired her. My parents paid for the wedding. It was great. Some time later, he mentioned that he was unsure about having a harpist rather than the pianist and singer he knew. He just went with it because that's what we wanted. He said she was lovely and he was happy she played. Parents do surprise you sometimes.
He was 63.
Awww. I really enjoyed his show. He knew everything sports.
One of the few guys I liked on ESPN. Sorry to hear this!
Just wanted to add:
Wasn't sure how to slip the Mellotron into my write-up, so thanks for adding. He probably wouldn't have ever used one without the personnel change after their first hit, Go Now.
