Right at this moment, some pretty smart people are saying a depression is likely, and I am having weird dreams about loading the whole family on a rusty 1974 Pinto for a long trip to California. I still don't understand exactly how giving $800 billion to unethical bankers is going to make my life better. We still haven't gotten to the bottom of this global warming thing. The Dow fell below 10,000 today and a quick calculation of my 401(k) suggests I will be able to retire 42.4 years after my 100th birthday. I think it's possible we don't have the right presidential candidates again. Gas prices are like the weather ... they change every 10 minutes. And Osama bin Laden is still out there someplace.
But I'm not worried about any of that.
Why? Because I'm still obsessed with how O.J. Simpson could be so stupid as to dodge a murder conviction in the "trial of the century" only to go out -- again -- and commit another big-time crime.