Bubs, I wanted the 1962 TV commercial: Two housewives are teary-eyed. Detergent X leaves "dingey spots" on their glassware. Tornado flies into kitchen, resolves into young Dwight Eisenhower. Spots vanish and sparkles twinkle. Both housewives gurgle happily. We fade to BLACK!
is an affable shrink who spent his professional building-equity-years in South Central L.A. where he tested mostly Growing-Up-While-Black kids. He then reared three of his own, confounding professional peers no end. As a child, unable to evade gawkers, he became a Give-em-something-to-REALLY-stare-at Class Clown. Following a UCLA BA a USC Ph.D. and countless
"Robert-it's-time-to-go-home!" looks from his sweet bride of 38-years, age morphed shtick into a marginally dignified persona. Dr. Bawb resides in an otherwise decent neighborhood, drives a power SpazMobile, wears garish shirts, Pittsburgh Steeler baseball caps, Nigerian worry beads -much as he did during the hopelessly lost "building equity years."
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Bubs, I wanted the 1962 TV commercial: Two housewives are teary-eyed. Detergent X leaves "dingey spots" on their glassware. Tornado flies into kitchen,
resolves into young Dwight Eisenhower. Spots vanish and sparkles twinkle. Both housewives gurgle happily. We fade to BLACK!
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