In the late '80s, all I wanted to do was eat Cinnabon, read The Baby-sitters Club books and watch "The Cosby Show." That last bit's an understatement. I didn't want to merely watch "The Cosby Show," I wanted to be "The Cosby Show" (but, would've settled for being a walk-on extra). At the very least, I figured, I could look the part. Enter Esprit...
