Somewhere in my “Box of Memories”, I have OJ’s autograph. He was here for the ‘69 Hula Bowl. Anyway, after the fancy pre-game banquet, he was signing autographs. My Mom worked as a banquet waitress at the hotel where it was held. Although she didn’t know who he was, thought, with so many people lining up, he musta been famous, so she stood in line and got his signature on a cocktail napkin. For years it was a cherished piece of memorabilia but the mid-90s totally changed that thought.
Iffin’ and when I run across the napkin, I plan on burning it.