Fresh Start

I go almost nowhere these days. Yes, I know COVID is not the threat it once was…and yes, I know the Delta variant may well be more of a threat than many people believe…but there's another reason I go almost nowhere: There's nowhere to go.

I don't think I'd be comfortable sitting in a movie theater these days close to others but I don't have to make that decision or overcome that fear/discomfort because there's nothing out there that I want to see. In truth, I wasn't going to very many movies before most of us had heard the word "coronavirus." No one I know seems to be having any parties except in The Magic Land of ZOOM. There are no plays I want to go to…no concerts…

And I'm perfectly happy in my house as long as I have my computers, high-speed internet, my TV and voluminous piles of DVDs and Blu-Rays, and selected company visiting me. Not counting walks for the sake of walking, about the only places I go are doctor offices and markets…and I don't go to many of them. I have learned the joy of having Costco deliver groceries and of getting the stuff I can't get at Costco — or don't want a three year supply of — via other services.

But the other day, I had to go somewhere near a new (open since January) Amazon Fresh store. As an online customer of Amazon Fresh from time to time, I thought I'd pop in, see what they had and pick up some of the things I usually get delivered by Amazon Fresh. I was afraid it might be crowded but as it turned out, it wasn't. In fact, it was close to empty. The aisles were full of Amazon Fresh shoppers scurrying about the store filling orders from the shelves.

It's a huge store and they have aisle after aisle of groceries and I went up and down each of those aisles and I bought…

…absolutely nothing.

It's a beautiful store and they have all sorts of high-tech ways of interfacing with the Amazon app on your phone, including charging the whole thing to the credit card you have linked to it. They have these magic shopping carts that will keep a running total of the prices of everything you put in them, including weighing your bananas. (I didn't use one of the magic carts. I used a regular one and didn't find anything I wanted to put in it.) There are little stations where you can "Ask Alexa" where to find the goddamn Rice-a-Roni.

The produce and meat counters looked great. And yes, they had paper towels and I use paper towels but I have a case of Costco paper towels. And I have cases of certain canned goods I often consume…and I have three unopened boxes of Cheerios from Costco and I have plenty of Rao's Marinara Sauce…

I was hoping to find items in two categories. One was that there are certain things I order from Amazon Fresh that I haven't found anywhere else. I still find them on the Amazon Fresh website where at this very moment, they're telling me I can order all I want of them and get free 2-hour delivery on any order over $35.00. But I couldn't find them on the shelves of the Amazon Fresh store where, I'd assumed, my orders were filled…but maybe not.

It wasn't that I couldn't find them. Alexa didn't know either so I reverted to the primitive method of asking human beings. Those humans were filling online Amazon Fresh orders but they said this Amazon Fresh store doesn't carry everything that Amazon Fresh offers online. Neither could explain how that works.

Then there was the other thing I hoped to find there: They offer a lot of prepared meals like carved meats and pizza and soups and sushi. That's all supposed to be available after 11 AM but at 11:40 when I was there, most of it was not. The pizza was but it didn't look too appetizing.

So I left empty-handed or empty-carted or whatever the term is. I like the cleanliness of the place. Amazon Fresh looks fresh. I liked the innovative computer/internet integration. I just couldn't find anything I wanted to buy. Mr. Bezos and his crew need to work on that part of it.

Mark's 93/KHJ 1972 MixTape #12

The beginning of this series can be read here.

Danger Man was a British TV show starring Patrick McGoohan as secret agent John Drake. It ran over there from 1960 to 1962 and then they stopped making 'em for a while. They started up again in 1964 and made new episodes of a slightly-revamped version until '68 when Mr. McGoohan quit to do The Prisoner.

I know people who will argue until they're the color of a Smurf that The Prisoner was a sequel to Danger Man and that McGoohan was playing the same character. I also know people who will argue until they're the same hue that he was not John Drake in that show. Do not — repeat: DO NOT — send me your views on this because I don't care and because I think The Prisoner is a more interesting show if we aren't sure about that.

CBS aired Danger Man here in 1961. Later, when they brought the series back and aired the new version, it had a new title (Secret Agent) and a new theme song. The song was written by P.F. Sloan and Steve Barri, and Johnny Rivers recorded the short version heard on the show. It got so much attention that later, during a live engagement at the Whisky a Go Go night club here in Hollywood, he recorded the longer version he performed here, there and everywhere. It was a very big hit…

Mark's 93/KHJ 1972 MixTape #11

The beginning of this series can be read here.

From 1966, it's The Cyrkle with "Red Rubber Ball," a tune which reached #2 on the charts that year. I'm looking over the list of The Cyrkle's other records and the only one I recall ever hearing was "Turn-Down Day," which did not make my mixtape. "Red Rubber Ball" was written by Paul Simon of Simon & Garfunkel and Bruce Woodley of The Seekers and I recall liking the tune although I never saw a sun in the sky that in any way reminded me of a red rubber ball.

But it's a nice-enough song in spite of that and I can always make my friend Shelly Goldstein laugh by telling her, "Hey, you're not the only starfish in the sea."

I don't know what show this clip is from but I think it really is them lip-syncing. Back when I was doing variety shows, we usually had groups mime to their records or pre-recorded tracks and a very experienced TV director told me, "Very often, you'll find that the singers will do a good job but they'll be consistently a fraction of a second behind their voices on the track. That isn't a problem in itself because you can always slide the track a few frames and put their lip movements in perfect sync with the track. The trouble is when you have a drummer in the shot because most drummers are precisely on the beat so if you slide the track, you put the drummer out of sync. Usually, I have to split the difference but a better way is to just not get the drummer in the same shot as the singers if you can arrange it."

It doesn't look to me like they had that problem in this video but once the director told me that, I began to notice it on a lot of shows where singers were lip-syncing. They were in sync but the drummer wasn't — or vice-versa. And now that I've mentioned it here, you'll probably start noticing it.

Drive-In Movies: Good Riddance!

This first ran here back on June 5, 2011. It seemed like it was about time it was here again…

I'm sorry. I'm not the least bit nostalgic for drive-in movies, nor do I resent their near-extinction. Obviously, a part of their appeal was that a guy and a girl could go to one on a date, ignore the film on the screen and have a wee bit of privacy for purposes of necking…but not much. Apart from that, I never understood why anyone had any use for them except as a good place to park or hold a swap meet during daylight hours.

Ours was the Olympic Drive-In, which was located at the corner of Olympic and Bundy in West Los Angeles. The three times my parents took me there, the place was crawling with kids who were running around between parked cars and drivers were honking horns continuously and there always seemed to be some poor guy wandering around with a tray of sodas and popcorn, having forgotten where his car was located so he kept yelling, "Marge?" For some reason, it was always "Marge?" It all seemed about as conducive to romance as trying to make out in the middle of a Kmart during the Blue Light Special.

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My folks took me to the Olympic to see the following movies: Gulliver's Travels (the Max Fleischer version), Onionhead (starring Andy Griffith), Alias Jesse James (Bob Hope) Visit to a Small Planet (Jerry Lewis), The Delicate Delinquent (Jerry again) and Once Upon a Horse (the film debut — and almost the demise — of Rowan and Martin). I remember the movies but not which was paired with which in double features. These spanned the years when I was six, seven and eight — 1958-1960.

I also remember the Olympic as a horrible place to watch a movie. You'd pull into a spot and take the speaker, on which you foolishly expected to hear the movie's soundtrack, from a little pole and hook it over your window…only the speakers rarely worked. If you found a good, vacant parking space it was probably vacant because its speaker didn't work…as my father would find out. He'd have to move the car again and again and sometimes even again…and then right in the middle of the movie, the speaker would conk out and he'd have to move us yet again. So there was yet another distraction. The cars next to you were always moving around. Even when you found a space with a dependable speaker, the odds were that one or both of the speakers next to you didn't work so other cars would be pulling in and out of those spaces throughout the evening.

So the sound was bad and occasionally non-existent. The image was also bad…projected on a screen miles away that was covered with bird dung and serious weather damage. The Olympic got prints that were on their last go-round and full of splices, and you could always count on each movie breaking once or twice. During Onionhead, it would just stop like clockwork every ten or so minutes and the screen would be blank for about three. I figured out later that they must have only had one working projector that night so every time they got to the end of a reel, the projectionist would have to take that one off and then mount the next reel on the projector.

Whenever there was no movie on the screen, everyone honked their horn and hooted until there was again. There was also a lot of honking when cars tried to leave and back out of their spots…

…and then there was the refreshment stand. Oh, Sweet God in Heaven…

It was located in front of the screen in a low building which also housed rest rooms which had not been cleaned since the marquee included the name of Lon Chaney…senior. There was also a little playground there with swings and teeter-totters. I have this indelible memory of my father taking me to the men's room right in the middle of one of the Jerry Lewis films and it was like a twenty-minute wait for the only working toilet. We were lined up outside and I was watching a grown-up woman who must have weighed 250 pounds, sitting on one side of the teeter-totter…and there were about six men pressing down on the other end, trying unsuccessfully to get her off the ground while she ate a meatball hero sandwich.

I laughed out loud. It was a lot funnier than the Jerry Lewis movie, not that that's usually a tough standard to beat.

Before we went back to the car, my father bought popcorn and sodas, which were the only thing in the refreshment stand that looked remotely edible. There were hot dogs there that looked radioactive…like they might actually get up and do the little dance that the animated hot dogs had done in the intermission cartoon. There was also a big tub of chili that, so help me, had something living in it.

We finally got the popcorn and drinks back to our car…which took a while because, of course, my father forgot where the car was. I think I suggested he try yelling "Marge?" even though my mother's name was Dorothy. Once we finally located the auto with her in it, I promptly spilled refreshments all over the back seat, which I later learned was pretty much expected when you took a kid to a drive-in movie. Or at least it should have been.

So I couldn't enjoy the movie and I couldn't eat. My mother had brought along my pajamas with the bizarre idea that if I got tired, they'd put me in them and I could doze off in the back seat. Like that was remotely possible. It was very awkward for her to change me into my jammies inside the car and between the sound of the movie and the car horns honking and people racing engines and the lost fathers wandering around the lot screaming "Marge?", I couldn't have gotten any shuteye if you'd administered a lethal injection. Add in the huge traffic snarl at the end and the long, long wait to get out of the lot and you can understand why I never had any use for drive-in movies.  How anyone ever did is as big a mystery to me as what was lurking in that chili.

Today's Video Link

Some of you have probably seen this but I hadn't until today. This is the Brooklyn Handicap one afternoon in June back in 2013. Just watch what happens and use it as a metaphor in life…

Today's Video Link

One of my favorite comedians of the sixties was Jackie Vernon and one of his best routines was the slideshow. It still makes me laugh…

Recommended Reading

If you want to know what's going on with the indictment of the Trump Organization and Allen Weisselberg, read Andrew Prokop.

If you want to know why Donald Rumsfeld was a horrible, horrible Secretary of Defense, read Fred Kaplan.

And if you want to know just why Rudy Giuliani can no longer practice law in New York, read Eugene Kiely and Robert Farley.

Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam…

Lately, the majority of Spam phone calls I get are from folks who claim to be with the So-and-So Health Center or the Whatever Wellness Center or some name that sounds kinda like a legit health-oriented business. They suggest or outright claim that they are an official branch of Medicare and suggest or outright claim some referral from one of my actual doctors. Then they start peppering me with questions about my well-being.

They want to know what parts of my body hurt or if I'm diabetic or having trouble sleeping or anything that might need curing. If they were truly referred by my doctor they wouldn't have to ask these things. Sometimes, they say something like, "I'm calling to complete your semi-annual wellness questionnaire" as if this is something routine I've complied with in the past.

Near as I can understand, the idea here is that if I say, "I'm having trouble with my gall bladder," they will offer to send me a gall bladder bandage or some other piece of (probable) junk that will make me all better. It will come at that most expensive of prices — "no cost to you" — and they'll bill Medicare or they'll bill me and then tell me to pay the bill and put in to Medicare for reimbursement or…well, someone's going to pay for the probable junk. Probably me.

I usually hang up but this morning on a whim, I said to a lady who called from "Camden Medical Supplies," "Hey, I get three or four of these calls each day. I have no pains except for these calls. How do I get them to stop?"

She replied — and I swear, she actually said this — "Oh, it's easy. Just cancel your Medicare!" That just might be the only way.

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  • I feel bad for the women who were molested by Bill Cosby. But I think I feel worse for the women who've been molested by powerful men who never spent a day in jail or a courtroom or even being shamed by anyone for their crimes.

This Year's Bill Finger Awards

The good people who run Comic-Con International today announced…

Six Posthumous Recipients to Receive 2021 Bill Finger Award

Comic-Con is proud to announce six writers who contributed greatly to the history of comics have been selected to receive the 2021 Bill Finger Award for Excellence in Comic Book Writing. The selection, made by a blue-ribbon committee chaired by writer/historian Mark Evanier, was unanimous.

"Since we are not yet in a position to honor a writer who is still with us in a proper ceremony, we're going to a long list of comic book writers from the past who we feel did not receive sufficient recognition or reward for their contributions to the field. As with last year, we have selected six posthumous awards and no ‘alive' award," Evanier explained. "Each of these six writers left us with a body of work that the judges deem worthy of this honor."

This year's recipient list includes two of the most prolific writers to ever work in comics — and there are several others who have received or may soon receive this award who unquestionably count among the most prolific ever. The Finger Award committee takes no position as to which of them was the most prolific. Such a determination might require records that no longer exist (or never existed), as well as distinguishing between writing the most stories and writing the most pages. "All of these writers deserve recognition," Evanier remarked. He added, "Everyone should remember that it's tough to determine precise totals when you're recognizing writers who did not receive credit for most of their work or, in some cases, didn't receive any credit at all."

The Bill Finger Award was created in 2005 at the instigation of Finger's friend and colleague, Jerry Robinson, who felt that Finger had received way too little credit and compensation for his work in comics, especially regarding Batman and that character's supporting cast and mythos. As Evanier explains, "Though Bill Finger now receives a lot more recognition than he received in his lifetime, there are still so many who have not, and that's why we keep giving out these awards." Here are this year's recipients, in alphabetical order.

Robert Bernstein (1919–1988)

A former high school English teacher, Robert Bernstein began writing comic books around 1945, working for, among other companies, Fox, Hillman, Harvey, and Spark, though his longest association then was with Lev Gleason. There, he joined the ranks of ghostwriters for Charles Biro on the top-selling Crime Does Not Pay and similar comics. In the 1950s, Bernstein wrote war, western, and horror scripts for Atlas (later known as Marvel) and for EC Comics, where his scripts appeared in Valor, Impact, and M.D., among others. He is also said to have written the entirety of the short-lived EC series Psychoanalysis and to have patterned one of its recurring characters, Mark Stone, on himself and his own experiences undergoing analysis. His major account during the fifties, though, was DC Comics, where between 1952 and 1968 he wrote countless stories featuring Superman, Superboy, Supergirl, Jimmy Olsen, Lois Lane, Aquaman, Green Arrow, Congo Bill, and Congorilla as well as scripts for all of the company's war and romance titles. In the 1960s, he also wrote Iron Man, Thor, and The Human Torch stories for Marvel under the name "R. Berns," and without credit he wrote The Fly, The Jaguar, The Shadow, and other books for the Archie line. Throughout most of his career, he was also functioning as an impresario, arranging and promoting concerts in Long Island, New York (his longtime residence) and around the state. In 1968, he curtailed his comic book writing to focus on the music; he died in 1988.

Audrey "Toni" Blum (1918–1973)

Audrey "Toni" Blum was very likely the first female comic book writer/creator. The daughter of artist Alex Blum, she worked under an array of pen names — or with no credits at all — so it is difficult to determine her first work. It may have been in 1936–1937 on "The Vikings," published in New Comics (later Adventure Comics) for DC. Whatever the date of her entry into the field, it made her one of the few women creating comic book material who wasn't lettering or coloring. She began working for the Eisner-Iger shop in 1938 and wrote stories in a wide variety of genres, usually directly with Eisner and the artists who drew her stories. Some of this writing was done in what later became known as "The Marvel Method" and some was done as complete scripts. Her best-known work was for Quality Comics, where she wrote Black Condor, The Ray, Dollman, and Uncle Sam. She also reportedly wrote scripts for the "The Spirit" and "Lady Luck" Sunday newspaper comic book inserts Eisner produced. During World War II, she married shop artist Bill Bossert, and she largely retired from comic book writing when the War ended. Thereafter, she authored children's books, and some sources say she wrote stories drawn by her father for Gilberton's Classics Illustrated series. She passed away in 1973.

Vic Lockman (1927­–2017)

Born into a vaudeville family (his father was the aptly named escape artist Earl Lockman), Vic Lockman broke into comics in 1950 as a letterer for the Dell Comics created by Western Publishing. He worked briefly in editorial for Western but soon moved into freelancing. While he occasionally pencilled, lettered, and/or inked comics for Dell, his main output for the next 29 years was as a writer, producing more stories for the firm's "funny animal" comics than any other freelancer. During his most prolific period (1955–1984), he claimed to have written one story per day. Some were one-pagers or puzzle pages, a few were book-length, but most were 4 to 8 pages, submitted in "sketch" format with rough drawings and all of the copy handwritten. Western's editors did not buy every submission, and some of what they passed on was purchased by the Disney Studios for its foreign comics program that created comics not published in America. That and interviews with his editors made credible Lockman's claim of having sold more than 7,000 scripts. His work appeared in Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse, Uncle Scrooge, Goofy, and all the Disney comics produced by Western, along with tales of Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Tweety & Sylvester, Woody Woodpecker, Andy Panda, and dozens more. He was said to have created the Disney comic book character Moby Duck and to have developed and written The Wacky Adventures of Cracky. Lockman also wrote Terrytoons comics such as Mighty Mouse for St. John Publishing and Dennis the Menace comics for Hank Ketcham, but his most passionate work was for the Christian marketplace, where he published dozens of books and tracts, most of them featuring his writing and drawing on religion and controversial topics of the day. Lockman left this world in 2017.

Robert Morales (1958–2013)

Born in New York City and of Afro-Puerto Rican descent, Morales broke into writing for magazines such as Heavy Metal and Publishers Weekly. Moving into the world of entertainment journalism, he worked as executive editor of the music and pop culture magazine Reflex and at Quincy Jones's Vibe magazine, where he gave greater exposure to the work of cartoonists such as Chris Ware, Jaime and Gilbert Hernandez, Jeff Smith, and Kyle Baker. Morales and Baker collaborated on several projects, including perhaps Morales's best-known work in comics, the groundbreaking seven-issue miniseries for Marvel Truth: Red, White & Black. Published in 2003, it introduced the African American character Isaiah Bradley. Using World War II and the Tuskegee medical atrocities as their canvas, Morales and Baker crafted a stark tale that explored America's history of racial injustice and medical experimentation on African Americans. The story revealed that Bradley was the first successful recipient of the super-soldier serum, which would later transform serviceman Steve Rogers into Captain America, and established Bradley as the first Captain America. Most recently, a version of the character appeared in the 2021 television series The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, raising awareness for Morales and his work that is long overdue. Morales would go on to write a celebrated run of the monthly Captain America series for Marvel in 2004. He passed away unexpectedly on April 18, 2013, at the age of 54.

Paul S. Newman (1924–1999)

Hailed in the Guinness Book of World Records as the all-time most prolific comic book writer, Paul S. Newman is credited with more than 4,100 published stories totaling approximately 36,000 pages. His earliest credit seems to have been in 1947 for DC's teen comic A Date With Judy. Within months, though, he was selling scripts to Avon Comics, the American Comics Group, Fawcett Comics, Timely (Marvel), Hillman, Fiction House, and many others. His longest runs were writing The Lone Ranger and Turok, Son of Stone for Western Publishing in tandem with Dell Comics. In fact, when Western and Dell severed their partnership and split into two separate lines of comics in 1962, Newman was among the few contributors to then work for both houses. A very partial list of the comics he wrote would include Doctor Solar, The Man from U.N.C.L.E., Plastic Man, Prince Valiant, Smokey the Bear, The Sub-Mariner, Mighty Mouse, I Love Lucy, Gunsmoke, Hopalong Cassidy, Kid Colt, Fat Albert, Gene Autry, The Twilight Zone, Jungle Jim, Leave It to Beaver, Captain Video, Yosemite Sam, Patsy Walker, Zorro, Nancy and Sluggo, and Mr. Ed, plus almost every anthology title published by Atlas/Marvel during the fifties or Western during the following three decades. All of this was in addition to dozens of young adult novels written for Western Publishing, movie scripts, and the newspaper strips of Robin Malone, Smokey the Bear, The Lone Ranger, Laugh-In, and Tom Corbett, Space Cadet. Paul S. Newman passed away in 1999.

Robert "Bob" White (1928–2005)

Bob White was the creator, writer, and artist of Archie Comics' Cosmo the Merry Martian humorous sci-fi series. Between 1954 and 1968, he worked prolifically as a penciller/inker and sometimes writer on many Archie-related titles, including Archie and Me, Archie as Pureheart the Powerful, Archie's Jokebook, Archie's Madhouse, Archie's Mechanics, Betty and Veronica, Jughead, Reggie and Me, and of course, just plain Archie. His most acclaimed work for the company was probably his stint on Archie and Me, writing and drawing many of the action/adventure-ish full-length stories for the title's early issues, as well as plenty of memorable covers. He also wrote stories about The Shield, Black Hood, and The Web for Archie's 1960s superhero line, Mighty Comics. His stint with the company came to an end in 1968 because, he said, he was found to be "moonlighting" on Tippy Teen for rival Tower Comics. White was so discouraged by this that he opted to leave the comic book industry altogether and switch careers. He labored in the emerging field of computer programming for the remainder of his working days and passed away in 2005.

The Bill Finger Award honors the memory of William Finger (1914–1974), who was the first and, some say, most important writer of Batman. Many have called him the "unsung hero" of the character and have hailed his work not only on that iconic figure but on dozens of others, primarily for DC Comics.

In addition to Evanier, the selection committee consists of Charles Kochman (executive editor at Harry N. Abrams, book publisher), comic book writer Kurt Busiek, artist/historian Jim Amash, cartoonist Scott Shaw!, and writer/editor Marv Wolfman.

The Bill Finger Award is administered by Jackie Estrada and presented by the San Diego Comic Convention (Comic-Con), a California Nonprofit Public Benefit Corporation organized for charitable purposes and dedicated to creating the general public's awareness of and appreciation for comics and related popular artforms, including participation in and support of public presentations, conventions, exhibits, museums, and other public outreach activities which celebrate the historic and ongoing contribution of comics to art and culture.

Mark's 93/KHJ 1972 MixTape #10

The beginning of this series can be read here.

From 1966, Bobby Hebb performs "Sunny" in a clip from the TV show, Where the Action Is. It was a series that ABC aired in the afternoons and it was produced and hosted by — who else? — Dick Clark.

I had this song on my mixtape but I must admit that I knew nothing about Bobby Hebb on his biggest hit. I wasn't even sure if the Sunny he was singing to was a male or a female and I think I saw it listed then some places as "Sonny." Wikipedia, which of course may not be right, has this to say…

Hebb wrote the song after his older brother, Harold, was stabbed to death outside a Nashville nightclub. Hebb was devastated by the event and many critics say it inspired the lyrics and tune. According to Hebb, he merely wrote the song as an expression of a preference for a "sunny" disposition over a "lousy" disposition following the murder of his brother.

I just found that. Maybe when I listen to it now, I'll hear it in a different way…

Today's Video Link

For much of the pandemic, my pal Charlie Frye has been recording little videos in his workshop of him doing amazing things. I've featured a few here and it would certainly be worth your time to search YouTube and see all of them. Great credit should also go to the lovely Sherry Frye, who does all the real work.

This is the last one in the series. Take it full screen and watch Charlie do a routine that he can probably do forwards and backwards…

One Last Cosby Post For Now

Here's an even better article explaining what happened. Mark Joseph Stern lays the blame, as others are doing today, squarely on the "deal" made by a previous prosecutor, Bruce Castor.

Cosby issued a statement trying to spin his release as some sort of proof that he was innocent. The court didn't say you were innocent, Bill. If you try to make public appearances in the future, I'm sure the people outside with signs will explain it to you.

More Cosby News

The CNN website just posted this correction…

Correction: An earlier version of this post said that the Supreme Court indicated that prosecutors went too far to call up to five other alleged victims to establish a pattern against Cosby. The majority opinion says in a footnote that they didn't consider that issue.

So ignore what I said about that being the reason for the decision this morning. Here's what seems to be a better explanation

In 2019, an interim court upheld the trial verdict. But the Supreme Court, the state's highest court, agreed to consider the case, and at a hearing in December, some of the court's seven justices questioned prosecutors sharply.

In their 79-page opinion, the judges wrote that a "non-prosecution agreement" that had been struck with a previous prosecutor meant that Mr. Cosby should not have been charged in the case, and that he should be discharged. They barred a retrial.

In any case, the point is that Cosby was not released because a court said he was innocent…as some online seem to think. He's going free because they decided there were procedural errors in the trial via which he was convicted.