SEP-YA-LA-VEETA

I remember It was the summer of 1996. Los Angeles was still a buzz with the O.J. Simpson murders and J. Scott was in town for a visit. I remember he wanted to see the crime scene where Nicole and Ron Goldman were murdered and we must have drove up and down Bundy for an hour or more, but to no avail. Since they moved the bodies that house has been much harder to find. Scott was in LA on business: I believe Paul F. Tompkins was having a birthday party at the Rustic Inn. Scott also had an audition, but I'm not sure where and either did he. He had the address, but no map. I mentioned getting a Thomas Guide, but J. Scott replied that he didn't know the man. Instead he decided that gas stations were as good as any GPS and stopped at the first one he could find. "Good evening. I'm looking for SEP-YA-LA-VEETA boulevard." The casier stared back at Scott with a blank face; he had never heard of that street. He repeated the name, but the stare just hardened. Driving a little further!

  he stopped again, this time at a covience store. "I seem to be lost. I'm looking for SEP-YA-LA-VEETA boulevard?" The poor cashier couldn't help and either did any of the nine California natives that were in the store. After hitting three more local businesses J. Scott gave up and had to reschedule the meeting. He told me this story over a few beers and I asked to see his directions. The street he was looking for was Sepulveda. Oh, how we drank that night.