I Call on the Godfather: Reliving History With Dick Clark

When I was 12, I had a fantasy. No, we're not talking about the "grow up and become an actress" dream, or the "gee, I wish I lived in a big house and had my own room instead of this cramped apartment" entreaty. Not even some vague reward-thoughts about an extra dollar in the allowance if I brought home all A's—which, at least, usually happened.