American Pie

nostalgia

This 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.