Twenty-five year ago today I was staying at my father's house in Culver City, not far from where BK and Jane grew up. My father had passed away a month before, I was grieving deeply, and trying to get the house cleaned out so it could be put on the market. I heard a lot of commotion from helicopters overhead and turned on the TV to see what was happening. It was the Bronco chase. The house was just a few blocks from the San Diego Freeway, so I was both watching the account on TV and living it first-hand.