It seemed the day would never come. But we are saddened by the news that Dick Clark, that boyish man who we grew up with and who felt like a friend as he ushered in each New Year in Times Square, has passed away at the age of 82. It all started with American Bandstand, and it ended in Santa Monica, Calif., with the banality of a heart attack. We'll miss you Mr. Clark.
Even worse: Now we're stuck with your sorry replacement. And his name rhymes with Teapest.






























