Embracing Regret

I grew up, from the time I was say maybe 9 or 10, listening to Bill Cosby records. You know the party records that were popular in the 60s and 70s. My friend Kelly and I – we were both about the same age – he and I would listen to these records over and over and over again. There were maybe 6 or 8 of them we listened to, on a phonograph, of course. They were scratched and sometimes warped and nearly worn out. We loved those records.

Some of you might remember these characters and stories. There was Fat Albert. Russell. Roland and the Rollercoaster. And Noah. There was Buck Buck. Hofstra, and Little Tiny Hairs, and a Nut in Every Car.

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