We knew all the star dancers by name (I vaguely remember a Louis and a Karen), and wondered if they were couples off-screen.
My older sister, Jeannie, and I would plunk down in front of the TV and watch Dick Clark and his long white microphone. in my living room in our house in Raleigh, N.C. When word came down of Clark”s passing today from a massive heart attack at 82, my memory immediately turned to Saturdays at 12:30 p.m. Long before I started to develop my own musical taste, it was dictated to me weekly by these musical titans: Clark through my weekly dose of “American Bandstand” on TV and Kasem via “American Top 40” on radio, which started at noon on Sundays (which meant I inevitably missed hearing Nos 40-36 since we wouldn”t be home from church yet when the countdown started, but that”s a story for another time). My childhood had two DJs: Casey Kasem and Dick Clark.
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