Bill Cosby

In the nineteen eighties I worked at City Lights press and bookstore. I'd get a few bucks from the till for refreshments on my break and, like just about everyone who worked there, would get a soft drink and perhaps a snack at a place across Broadway known by all as "The Dirty Bookstore." In addition to junk food and tobacco the place did a brisk trade in perv mags. By perv mags I don't mean your usual nudes and smutty content, I mean fetishistic specialty mags. It bordered Chinatown and did business amid all the garish strip joints: a ready clientele was apparently abundant.
It had all sorts of general erotic mags as well; I might have checking out a forbidden pleasure like Euro Guy magazine, when I noticed that Bill Cosby and an attractive young woman, not his wife, were also in the place. Bill had been playing the clubs of Broadway when he broke big in the early nineteen-sixties. In the course of his ever more successful career he maintained several public friendships with the stalwarts of North Beach, particularly with Enrico Banducci whose club Enrico's is an institution on Broadway. Word had it that the Cos had bailed-out the cafe when Enrico's ran into financial trouble. It is situated a few doors down from the Dirty Bookstore, and that is where I supposed he was heading.
When he went up to the counter to buy cigars or whatever it was, I slyly observed him doing his famous faces while focusing his attention and the girl's attention on a vitrine stocked with various "marital aids" as they used to be called---dildos, butt-plugs, vibrators, what have you.
The girl laughed nervously but didn't recoil from the rather embarrassing stuff on display. It was amusing to observe and of course the horn dog aspect was subsumed by the comedy.