[Hallicrafters] HCI Makes History Today!

[Duane Fischer, W8DBF]

First, because inquiring minds want to know, what the heck am I still doing up?
Let's say this dialogue is being sent from my throne in the Fischer palace.
Well, sort of. 	
	
I had some medical procedures on Thursday. The various and sundry poking,
prodding's, palpitating and pushing somewhat upset my normal metabolic
physiology. My daughter suggested that old Dad take some Milk of Magnesia, AKA
as MOM. She said I should take X number of tablespoons. This not being a common
beverage of mine, I took her at her word. After all, mothers know these things,
right? Besides the label was not in Braille! 

That stuff tasted worse than my ex-wives baked cat fish livers marinated in
Alfalfa sprouts soaked in lime juice and garlic clove powder. I ate an entire
roll of wintergreen flavored Certs in an effort to kill the taste. The last time
I gagged that much was when somebody put rutabagas on my plate and I thought
they were mashed potatoes! 	
	
Well the stuff kicked in all right and I feel like a clogged drain that somebody
poured way too much Plumber's Helper down! My daughter called to see how I was
doing. They should ban cordless phones in the bathroom. People think the person
on the other end can not hear what they are doing. You know what I mean -  I
told her I felt like a sewer cleaning truck was driving through my intestinal
track and the engine was doing a lot of backfiring. "How long have you been on
the throne?", she asked curiously. I told her that the toilet seat and I had
become inseparable friends. "How much of the MOM did you take Dad?" OOPS.
Excessive engine backfiring. Whew! Got to get that catalytic converter fixed
first thing next week! "I took x number of tablespoons just like you said to
take.", I muttered as the thunder rattled the walls of my porcelain palace.
"Dad! I said teaspoons, not tablespoons!" Why was she laughing hysterically at
me? The battery in the cordless phone died, sparing me any additional torment,
humiliation and phone solicitors wanting to sell me cemetery plots.         	
	
The HCI Sunday 20 meter Net will be held on June 13th, come rain, shine, snow,
famine, flood or porcelain palance thunder. I just hope that the cork stays in
place. The pre-Net will commence at 12:45 PM EDT, (1645 UTC). The Net proper
starts at 1:15 PM EDT, (1715 UTC). The frequency will be 14.293 Mhz usb +/- for
key clicks, mike splatter and the sound of Frogzilla and his funky five piece
froglet band tuning up on the lily pad bladder wart plant pipes to announce
check in number 5000.  	
	
I hope this stuff has run its course, as I really do not want to take my
snickering daughter's suggestion that maybe I could do the Net on a porta-john!
I wonder where she got that sick and twisted sense of humor from anyhow? Had to
be her mother's side of the family tree. Seems like some of them were members of
the Birch John Society, or was it the John Birch Society? No matter, the Sunday
Net should turn out to be a real rush nonetheless. My son in law, a master
mechanic who is certified in sixteen different areas, just called and asked if I
would like him to jury rig me up a splatter guard and muffler for my Fruit Of
The Looms! I am glad they are finding this so amusing. I thanked him politely
and told him where to tie the blue ribbon from the Pabst bottle to cut down on
grandchild production. 	
	
It is going to be a long night and I think I will see some infomercials I have
never seen before. What an exciting life I lead. Provided it is not thundering
too loudly here in MI tomorrow, I hope to hear many of you on the HCI 20 meter
Net. Who will be check in number 5000? Somewhere between 1715-1900 UTC that
question will be answered. Maybe it will be you? If you are not there to check
in, you will never know.   	
	
Sleep well, for both of us!    	
	
Duane Fischer, W8DBF	
NCS: Hallicrafters Collectors International	
netcontrol at w9wze.org