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Bill Cosby: "...there’s a building, and it sits downtown ... and it’s called the public library.

Just a recent interview I finished.
Love Bill Cosby championing public libraries. We need more.

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Anonymous said…
My public library was my best friend as a child - I was a bookworm. My Dad started me off at a very early age. His Dad started him...I like Bill's advice about algebra - Maths was not my strong point but I struggled with algebra until I had a eureka moment and it all made sense. I am still proud of that today.

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