We were at Lake Tahoe skiing, and Bubba and his friend Greg
were at the top of a run, and O.J. skied up to them and asked where they were, he obviously meant which run, and Bubba replied, Lake Tahoe. O.J. gave him a digusted look and skied away. In the mean time, I was tired of skiing and was down in the chalet, and I was watching a very happy woman, Nichole, with her friends. I never approached her, but I watched she and her friends. They were all so happy and having so much fun. So sad.