From the editor: There is no legacy

I first heard of O.J. Simpson on television—black and white television, to be precise.

During some long ago bowl game, the announcers kept referring to “Old Jay” Simpson, or at least that’s what I heard. I imagined a grizzled veteran named Jay, his hair dusted by age, slipping through the line of scrimmage.

College kids looked old to a tyke like me, anyway.

His college career was legendary, as was his time in the NFL. But those of us once forced to dial up friends from fixed positions or stop them on street corners to pass along the most recent information gleaned from 24 hour news networks th...