Tickets, please

Today's ticket comes from a Boz Scaggs concert I saw in September, 1994.

If I hadn't checked the date, I would have easily confused this concert with either a concert or a movie I saw in June that year, which the following story comes from.

(Both happened on a Friday, and I went with the same person to both events, hence my confusion.)

Anyway, I went home early-ish from both events, because I got up early on Saturday to go set up at the flea market, i.e. Golden Nugget Flea Market

I was a fixture there for several years.  I remember one guy saying, "You can tell Spring has arrived, because the Full-Service Bohemian is back.'  The Full-Service Bohemian didn't/don't do outdoor flea markets in the winter.

So, the story: 

Friday night, after either a concert or a movie, I had gone to bed.  

I was awoken by a phone call from the friend I'd gone to that concert/movie with. The message he left on my answering machine was "Get out of bed NOW.  Then turn on the TV.  You GOTTA see this."

That 'this' was the cops chasing the white Bronco that was being driven my A. J. Cowlings, with O. J. Simpson riding gunshot.  Six days earlier, O.J. had murdered his wife, and her friend. 

I guess we all remember that.