In reference to yesterday’s Ode to Mr. Cosby, I thought it would be fitting to post some of his work here. I had a very hard time finding my favorite because, they all are. Cosby is a master of the narrative, and he loves children – his heart is so admiring of them, even in all their moments of insanity (see his bit on “Brain Damage” and you’ll get it).
I am also sharing this gem: my sis and me, 1977.
We were HOT, I tell you. Hottttt. No, really, we were sweating our arses off. My mom was kinda an over-bundler. Christmas Story, anyone? Maybe that’s a Friday for another.. Friday.
Anyhow, my sister and I, we listened to Cosby on a weekly basis. We had all his old records (not so old, back then). We would lie on the floor, chins in our hands, giggling like crazed weasels, and mouthing along. We have him memorized, from his “Noah” to his “Junior Barnes.”
Enjoy your Friday! Take some Bill with you, he is a vitamin for the soul. And yes, I think Jesus would laugh at the last part. I really do.