It was April 29, 1992. I was living in Los Angeles. If that date does not stand out for you, it will after you finish reading this. If you were there, you remember. If you weren’t, it’s time to wake up.

My job as a Travel Agent was just a few blocks away from home. It was payday, and I was able to leave work early that day. I walked from the office to the bank in the California sunshine, enjoying the breeze. I don’t remember what I was thinking about, and whatever it may have been was quickly ov...