salon:When I was a child, I loved to eat dinner in the kitchen, sitting at the family dining table,
salon:When I was a child, I loved to eat dinner in the kitchen, sitting at the family dining table, alone, while watching monster movies, “Sanford and Son,” “Good Times,” “The Jeffersons,” and “The Cosby Show.” My mother would obsessively wash dishes, leaning into the air conditioner during humid summer days; our dog, a black and white mutt, would lie on the linoleum floor, attentively waiting to see which of us would give him a treat. It was during one of the early evenings, my homework done, before I had rushed back to playing Nintendo, that I exclaimed about the wonders of ”The Cosby Show,” that the Huxtables were America’s greatest family, how everyone should have a dad like Bill Cosby.In Cosby, Americans mourn the loss of an innocent part of their youths. But there’s a problem with that nostalgia -- source link