I had not met the judge before, or the federal prosecutors, Elliot Enoki and Walter Schroeder. In the informal setting of his chambers, Judge King looked and acted grandfatherly, complete with thinning gray hair, alert eyes magnified by glasses, and heavy jowls that shook like bowls of Jell-O whe...
These are the words I am saying to myself after once again (by writing this book) being drawn back into the Simpson case after vigorously trying to remove myself from any association with it for well over a year. The initial shock was indeed overwhelming: to think that O. J. Simpson, famous and a...