America’s howling ID is reaching his own White Bronco moment…

As an American I will never forget that day. As it fell into night. My friend, Norman Durkee, Seattle’s maestro came to my funky flat on 4th avenue, to pick me up for a wonderful night at the theater. It was set to be a special occasion, but not in the way I imagined.

When he walked in, I said, “No, I’m sorry, I can’t go, I have to watch OJ, he’s in this white bronco and I cannot possibly leave.” Norman, being our local treasure, fondly called “Durkay” by his close friends, said, “OK”. And so we spent the night watching that white bronco.

It was riveting and now its unraveling across the pond in the most surreal way…feels like deja vu…

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