
Oh so sad. I have a special bond with Bernie Mac. Of course, he didn’t know I existed, but in the last year in NYC when I defiantly hung up my nightlife hat, I celebrated the freedom of not having to be in a club by staying home and watching the same five TV shows every night, all of them reruns of shows that were big in the 90s and early 2000s, that because I was too busy going out to see them, I missed them all. One of those shows was “The Bernie Mac Show,” which was on between “Sex and the City” and “Friends.” The other option during this time was “Seinfeld” and I had enough of New Yorkers. So I watched the Mac.

