Or was it a nightmare?
It wasn't my usual dream. The lost car thing. The dream I have mentioned to my sweetie many times.
The car dream:
I park my little sports car on a street and I commence to doing some errands. When it is time to leave, I can't find the car.
I have been searching for the darn car since 1973.
The recollection is now vague. I don't even remember where I parked it, or what kind of car it was, or what color?
I go to bed every night hoping I will find my missing vehicle.
I worry.
When I find it, will it have 41 years worth of parking tickets? Will some towing company be preparing to tow it away? Will the hub caps be missing? Did it have hubcaps?
When I find it, will it have 41 years worth of parking tickets? Will some towing company be preparing to tow it away? Will the hub caps be missing? Did it have hubcaps?
Perhaps I should put this whole episode behind me. I have another dream that is taking up my sleep time.
The Dick Clark dream.
Weird….I have a dreaming session and I wake up from my dream into another dream. I am standing beside Dick Clark. He is young. I am old. Dick turns to me and says, "Hold on a second, I have to introduce The Duprees." They start singing "You belong to me". I quickly realize that I am in the Philadelphia studio where American Bandstand was televised.
I see Bob Clayton and Justine Carelli dancing. Damn!!! I wanted to dance with her. Maybe Arlene Sullivan is available. Nope, she is dancing with Kenny Rossi. Oh well!
After the song ends, Dick tells me I will be on the rate-a-record panel. You can rate a record between
35 and 98. The premise for those numbers is nothing's perfect or totally bad.
The song selected for today was "That'll be the day" by a group called the Crickets. Hmmm…catchy name!!!….a group named after a bug. What will they think of next? The Roaches, The Fireflies, The Dungbeatles?
The song was easy to dance to and everyone seemed to enjoy it. I rated it a 98. I think it will be a hit. The lead singer is weird looking. Big glasses but bigger talent. I told everyone not to get to attached to the lead singer. His career will be going upwards. The sky is the limit with him.
The show ends and I invite Dick to Starbucks.
"Starbucks?" he queried.
"A coffee shop. You know, like Horner and Hardhats."
"Oh…You mean Horn and Hardarts"
"Yeah, that place. I still think Starbucks is a wonderful name for a coffee shop."
Dick interjects, " I always liked the name Subway for a coffee shop." I had to admit it did have a nice sound to it.
We arrive at H&H. We sip our coffees and talk about music. I ask him if there is any chance of me dancing with Justine Corelli. He says, "You told me 10 minutes ago that women laugh hysterically when you dance and besides you are over 70 years old!"
"Oh yeah, There's that…but…"
"Forget it, Hemlock….F..o..r..g..e..t….i..t!!!!
Dick put 30 cents on the table. I was appalled. I was thinking how cheap he was.
"Dick, I can't pay for our coffee. I'm still in my pajamas. I didn't bring my wallet."
Dick shook his head. "Man..Where have you been? Coffee is only 10 cents a cup. I left a generous tip."
We walked back to the studio parking lot. As we arrived I spotted the car that I had misplaced in 1973. Dick walked to it and got in and turned to me and said, "Do you need a lift anywhere?"
"That's my car. I lost it in 1973."
Dick seemed confuzzled about the current kerfuffle.
"The year is 1959, Hemlock!!!"
"Huh???? I guess I need a ride to the future. How far is the future?"
At the stroke of midnight, Dick smiles and keels over.
I awake.
I must get a street map of Philly. I know where my car is.
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| Justine and…..bob. |
I see Bob Clayton and Justine Carelli dancing. Damn!!! I wanted to dance with her. Maybe Arlene Sullivan is available. Nope, she is dancing with Kenny Rossi. Oh well!
After the song ends, Dick tells me I will be on the rate-a-record panel. You can rate a record between
35 and 98. The premise for those numbers is nothing's perfect or totally bad.
The song selected for today was "That'll be the day" by a group called the Crickets. Hmmm…catchy name!!!….a group named after a bug. What will they think of next? The Roaches, The Fireflies, The Dungbeatles?
The song was easy to dance to and everyone seemed to enjoy it. I rated it a 98. I think it will be a hit. The lead singer is weird looking. Big glasses but bigger talent. I told everyone not to get to attached to the lead singer. His career will be going upwards. The sky is the limit with him.
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| Dick Clark and Bobby Rydell. I think I see Justine. |
The show ends and I invite Dick to Starbucks.
"Starbucks?" he queried.
"A coffee shop. You know, like Horner and Hardhats."
"Oh…You mean Horn and Hardarts"
"Yeah, that place. I still think Starbucks is a wonderful name for a coffee shop."
Dick interjects, " I always liked the name Subway for a coffee shop." I had to admit it did have a nice sound to it.
We arrive at H&H. We sip our coffees and talk about music. I ask him if there is any chance of me dancing with Justine Corelli. He says, "You told me 10 minutes ago that women laugh hysterically when you dance and besides you are over 70 years old!"
"Oh yeah, There's that…but…"
"Forget it, Hemlock….F..o..r..g..e..t….i..t!!!!
Dick put 30 cents on the table. I was appalled. I was thinking how cheap he was.
"Dick, I can't pay for our coffee. I'm still in my pajamas. I didn't bring my wallet."
Dick shook his head. "Man..Where have you been? Coffee is only 10 cents a cup. I left a generous tip."
We walked back to the studio parking lot. As we arrived I spotted the car that I had misplaced in 1973. Dick walked to it and got in and turned to me and said, "Do you need a lift anywhere?"
"That's my car. I lost it in 1973."
Dick seemed confuzzled about the current kerfuffle.
"The year is 1959, Hemlock!!!"
"Huh???? I guess I need a ride to the future. How far is the future?"
At the stroke of midnight, Dick smiles and keels over.
I awake.
I must get a street map of Philly. I know where my car is.
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