[Hallicrafters] Saturday HCI 40 Meter Net Frozen In Time

[Duane Fischer, W8DBF]

Yo Humans!	
	
It's me. Frogzilla. I come bearing bad tidings of great joy. So stop stuffing
your chubby cheeks with that sea food from a fast fat roll place poisoned by
preservatives used by the ancient Egyptians to preserve their dead Kings and
pets, and listen up! And that goes for you vegetarians stuffing down the
buttered squash and blanched lima beans too! If you think that diet is going to
keep you from getting more wrinkles than a sun dried California prune, think
again! What you will get is the look of an over pruned Philodendron with too
little water and way too much chlorophyll! Croak! I am working my webbed toes
off trying to defrost the blind dude who got unusually stupid, thought he was a
hearty Norse Arctic explorer and ventured out in a howling blizzard on a quest
to get his daily dose of junk mail. Well, at least that is what his family
thought. 	
	
Actually, his Braille edition of Playboy was delivered and he was determined to
retrieve it before the snow, sleet or thieving neighborhood teenage boys
destroyed the magazine. A noble, but incredibly dumb gesture. He made it out to
the mailbox, a distance of eighty-five feet, or twenty-six meters for the normal
math impaired, and was half way back when he froze up solid in mid stride like a
piston rod in a four cycle snow blower engine that somebody forgot to put oil
in! We found him face down in the swirling snow stiffer than an over starched
bra with that patented goofy smirk frozen on his lips. His White Cane was
impaled in a snow drift like a flag pole planted by explorers claiming the North
Pole for Santa Claus. There was enough frost on his tinted shades to keep Jack
Frost busy etching designs for two decades! 		
	
I was about to crack the Double Bubble gum seal on his Last Will And Testament,
when the paramedics announced he still had a pulse. I really wanted to know if
he willed me the frog pond or if I was going to have to become a real estate
agent and swindle his relatives out of it. Besides his grandson Brandon was
threatening to carve me into frog fillets with his Swiss army knife and boil my
green hide in a Long Jon Slivers deep fryer filled with used motor oil. 	
	
If they can get the blind dude defrosted in time, the Saturday February 22nd HCI
40 meter Net will commence with the pre-Net at 12:30 PM EST, (1730 UTC). The Net
proper at 1:00 PM EST, (1800 UTC). If you can't read a watch, get creative, call
the local number to get the time on your landline! Croak! The frequency will be
7.280 Mhz lsb and I don't give a Lizard's rump scales if I have to key the mike
myself and sing Happy Birthday to old George Washington in frog part harmony.
That is enough to curdle the water in any swamp and if the humans squatting on
the frequency don't get the hint to move, I will fire up this big linear
amplifier under the operating desk and blow the front end out of their solid
state rice roasters!	
	
So join us, if you can, and we will have some fun helping old George eat his
English crumb cake topped with cherries from the tree he chopped down, wash it
down with some White Lightning from those hills of Tennessee and let Bill
Halligan, Sr. know that he may be gone from the third rock from old Sol, but he
ain't forgotten! Croak! And if the USAF needs some hot missles to cool down that
dude in Iraq with bad gas, we've got hundreds of these flaming candles to
dispose of somewhere anyhow! Guaranteed to give any Camel a hot hump! Croak!    

	
Frogzilla