I remember rushing home from junior high school, going over to a friend’s house, going downstairs to her basement, turning on the television and hearing:
Dick Clark, you were the master of ceremonies for my teenage years. You will be missed.
I remember rushing home from junior high school, going over to a friend’s house, going downstairs to her basement, turning on the television and hearing:
Dick Clark, you were the master of ceremonies for my teenage years. You will be missed.