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was fun. When we lived in Chicago it was must watch. Not-to meant
being left out of an important part of next day's school yard
culture.
When my dad accepted a job in Baltimore, the first thing me and
sis
did after our first day of new school was tune in ABC.
Except, it
wasn't there. Bandstand; not ABC. Instead there was a doofess Buddy Dean Show (the later
inspiration for John Waters' Hair
Spray). No Bob. No Justine. We
were in genuine panic. I opened the patio door and took the
antenna
outside while Barbara switched channels. And, by God, she yelled
THERE! Channel 8 (Philadelphia)! A fuzzy Dick
Clark. I sent Barb out to
move the rabbit ears around, hoping to ... . Nope. The
fuzzy picture
faded to snow. Nothing left but the promise of what lay 50 miles North. At least we were later able to tune in the next episode of
Spin and Marty
on the Mouse Club. |
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