I was watching Bill Cosby accepting the Kennedy Center Mark Twain Prize for Humor and felt a big urge to talk to my dad. But he's traveling so shall have to write it down here.

I think everybody who reads the blog knows that I think the world of my dad. As M.L. once put it, the way I talk of my dad it's as if I believed he could climb Mount Everest & back in a single day. But the reason for what I know is a sort of almost reverential love for my dad is because he takes absolutely no shit from me. My mom can very sarcastically get me out of my funks but since she's so unlike me, it was (&is) hugely possible for me to pull one over her.

I remember visiting my dad in his office once & telling him that he should just accept me for who I am and him looking me up and down in my torn jeans and terribly dirty tee & very unkempt hair and saying - "sure, I'll accept you ... at home. But right now, go and sit in the car"
and just as I was storming away,
he called out - 'and roll up the windows...they are the dark ones, right?'.

And that's why Bill Cosby reminds me so v.much of him.
Especially in this episode and it's still as funny today as it was all those years back when we popped in the specially marked 'English Comedy' video cassette that my parents faithfully recorded the Cosby shows on.