A few of us on the fifth floor here at the Register remember Dick Clark from the earliest days of his black and white American Bandstand telecasts. Television was young, so was he and so were we. Now TV is old hat, probably destined to fade into some amorphous merger with the Internet. Yours truly is of an age that it probably would be risky to revisit even the Stroll, which required minimal footwork, but a bit of rhythm and was just one of his priceless innovations. But Dick Clark . . .
