I don't know if the white Bronco chase qualifies as one of those, "I remember where I was when," deals, but unfortunately I remember exactly where I was.
I had been working in Mexico City for 8 months. Neither myself nor my roomie, a Canadian, got sick once in that time. I had to go to Paris for a trade show so I met my wife at Kennedy. Get to Paris in the morning, have some cafe au lait and a croque monsieur around noon, went to the Louvre, had a small dinner at a sidewalk cafe. By 10pm I was locked in the bathroom of a 3rd floor pensioner room with no A/C. Our TV had one channel in English, CNN. And when I woke up the next morning, that chase and the aerials of Rockingham was all that was on TV. For two whole days while I lay in bed sweating with both ends busy with no escape from OJ. Until I was safe to be around the public again.
Wifey had fun in Paris though.