Listening to the Bill Cosby sentencing today, I couldn't help but think of all the people I've met and/or known over the years (including Cosby), who subsequently were "involved" with sensational criminal cases.
Gig Young killed his wife, then himself.
Christian Brando killed his sister's boy friend.
Robert Blake was acquitted in the murder of his wife.
Susan Cabot was murdered by her son.
Eddie Cannizzaro claimed to have killed "Bugsy" Siegel.
Barbara Payton, arrested for prostitution, used to be my neighbor.
There was another murder in the late 1960s, a Hollywood acting coach, whose name I can't recall.
Then there was another guy in the 1970s who claimed to have been a Mob hit man. Thankfully, I don't recall his name either.
That's Hollywood.
I hope you won't take offense, but this old joke came to mind.
Sadie's husband Jake has been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet his faithful wife stays by his bedside day and night.
One night, Jake comes to and motions for her to come closer.
He says, "My Sadie, you have been with me through all the bad times.
When I got fired, you were there to support me.
When my business failed, you were there.
When I got shot, you were by my side.
When we lost the house, you gave me support.
When my health started failing, you were still by my side.
You know what, Sadie?"
"What Dear?" she asked gently.
"I think you're bad luck."
