Years ago, I used to live across from the Old Mister Kelly’s off of Rush Street in Chicago. Kitty corner from Papa Milano’s. My apartment was a 2 story walk up dump in the old Newberry Apartments at State and Oak in Chicago. One cockroach per square foot of space (or was it two?). Plus some resident mice. I remember then hearing that Bill Cosby was an occasional visitor at the Playboy Mansion a few blocks north of where I lived. Frankly, everyone around knew this. And the word on the street about him was scandalous. Mister Cosby demanded and was provided whatever he wanted. If you get my drift. . . .
I remember hearing this same buzz years later. Maybe someone should talk to Hugh Hefner. Or what’s left of him. . . .