Ages and ages ago (I am old) I grew up on a steady diet of reruns of Fat Albert cartoons. This was my introduction to Bill Cosby. Actually, it was pretty much all I knew about Bill Cosby at the time besides his commercials for Coke or Jell-O.
Saturday mornings were a time where this strange Cosby man would sit in a junkyard and come at me with music and fun. Always warning me that if I wasn’t careful I might learn something. Hey hey hey! “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I would complain in my head, “just get to the cartoon part.”
The other cartoons on TV at the time were mostly Wile E. Coyote’s violent exploits in his attempts at bird murder. Lessons could be gleaned there if one paid close attention. For example: “don’t trust mail order catalogs.” However, every week, and even several times in each episode, Wile E. would return and thus negate any possible lessons.
But that wasn’t the case with Fat Albert. It was very interesting Continue Reading…