I saw an ad in a sailing website for a mate to help sail a boat from New Orleans to Key West. I called the number and talked with the captain. He seemed pleasant enough so I signed on. I paid my own way to New Orleans and he paid from there. I didn’t want a salary, just expenses. It worked out well for both of us because I got to sail and it turned out he really needed a competent navigator. Reading charts was not his best suit.
This sailboat was not like your ordinary sailboat, it was a Junk, and no I mean an actual Chinese type Junk. We took her out on Lake Pontchartrain a time or two and I sort of got used to sailing her. When we left New Orleans we had to get from the lake to the Gulf through shipping channels and his plan was to stay in the Intercoastal Waterway as much as possible.
I forgot to mention the weather. It was really cold, rainy and stormy in New Orleans, odd for a last week of May. So he decided to wait out the weather. Parked next to us at the marina was a casino. So with nothing to do that evening I went over with sixty dollars to play Blackjack. Somewhere after midnight I was up four hundred fifty dollars and decided to leave. I relaxed in my birth for about an hour reflecting on the evening. I decided if I had such good luck before that it would continue, and I went back. When I saw the sun peeking through a window I decided it was time to leave. I had been playing three-card-poker this time and I cashed out fifteen hundred dollars in chips, a pretty good night.
It turned out we stayed for five more days. I became friendly with cute the pit boss that night. I saw her again the next day and we had a really nice few days in New Orleans with my winnings.
This story is not about the sailing though, it is about someone I met along the way. I had to leave the boat in Tampa to go back home for my Nephew’s high school graduation. I took a late bus from Tampa the driver told me so sit in one of the front seats across from him. Those seats were reserved and if the driver didn’t want you sitting there he would make you move.
I felt special to have one of those seats and he said it was a boring drive to Tallahassee I looked like I would be good conversation. We did talk about lots of things and he told me he was a retired homicide detective from Phoenix and was glad to have such a non-stress job as driving a bus.
We talked a bit more about this and that, and at one stop some guy got on the bus started to sit in one of the three front seats but the driver told him those seats were reserved and asked him to move. I sort of laughed about that, but not out loud.
The conversation got around to O.J. and he said, “O.J. didn’t do it!" I was taken aback by this statement and asked how he knew that. He told me that if you had ever been to a crime scene like that one with not one, but two people’s throat slashed you would not believe the amount of blood there would be everywhere. He said he based his theory on the fact there was not enough blood in the Bronco or on O.J. himself.
I asked what about O.J’s DNA being found at the scene. He said that didn’t prove conclusively that he did it. He said he was there, but he didn’t do the actual crime. I was astounded at the statement from a veteran detective, but he said that his colleagues all said the same thing, except for Mark Furman who indecently had dated Nichole. Maybe that is why he planted evidence and went after O.J. so hard.
I asked, “Then who did it?” He said it was O.J.’s oldest son. Then said that the DNA would also be a close enough match to point to O.J.
Now with this in mind and O.J. being acquitted of the crime that means the killer is still out there. I have always wondered that when someone is acquitted of a crime the police sort of stop looking for the real perpetrator. That seems to be the thing in this case. I have never heard of any further investigation into the killings so there is still a killer out there who may never see justice done.
I also watched the recent documentary about OJ, as well as the documentation of OJ's interrogation. Your article brought up two points that I haven't been aware of: Furman having dated Nicole and OJ's son Jason. It adds fuel to the fire for "the trial of the century."
You sure know how to navigate junk, snatch the girl from the pit and beat the house… But OJ?
I've been watching OJ: Made in America. It's a documentary featuring all the living actors in the investigation and courtroom as well as all of the film that has been made and located before and after the crime. Fascinating stuff.
From what I've seen, two things in your story don't add up. So far there's been no mention that Furman dated Nicole. Second, there has also been no mention of OJ's son, Jason, although I looked it up and found that Martin Sheen has a documentary and there is a book naming him. Jason was 25 at the time. Wouldn't he be among the list of suspects? Probably was and dismissed for good reason. Conspiracies abound in cases like this. Evidence can be twisted to point fingers in many ways. Furman was a distraction by the defense to blame the Los Angeles police for the crime? No, to take the jury's mind off of the real evidence.
Recently there was a knife found. It is my understanding that there can be a retrial if totally new evidence (or a new suspect) is found. Examination of the knife proved that it wasn't involved.
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I saw an ad in a sailing website for a mate to help sail a boat from New Orleans to Key West. I called the number and talked with the captain. He seemed pleasant enough so I signed on. I paid my own way to New Orleans and he paid from there. I didn’t want a salary, just expenses. It worked out well for both of us because I got to sail and it turned out he really needed a competent navigator. Reading charts was not his best suit.
