[Hallicrafters] Join Propagation Free HCI Sunday 20 Meter Net!

[W8DBF D.B. Fischer]

Yo Humans (and other lower life forms)

It is I, Frogzilla and have I got a deal for you! But first things, first.

Tomorrow is Sunday, May 21st and time for the HCI 20 meter Net. So if you 
are not in Dayton, Ohio helping enrich the economy by paying those bloated 
like a Horse that ate bad Oats motel, food and liquid refreshment prices, 
join us for the usual fascinating facts, proverbial problems, fun filled 
fibs about that great deal that got away and how you saved on your energy 
bill by glowing in the dark and renting yourself out on the weekends as a 
portable street light! CROAK!

If you have any of those old family recipe books that your great Aunt 
Capernacus Marconi wrote with her quill pen, find it! Check to see if she 
had any recipes for brewing up some propagation using the moonshine still or 
bathtub gin generator!

The pre-Net will commence at 12:45 PM EDT, (1645 UTC). The Net proper will 
begin at 1:15 PM EDT, (1715 UTC). If you still can not tell time, just tune 
in WWV on 10 MHZ and hear the time in UTC.

The frequency will be the usual 14.293 MHZ usb +/- for key clicks, mike 
splatter and the crinkle crackle of the blue plastic tarps upon the roof 
doing what Peter, Paul and Mary made famous "blowin' In The Wind". (Hey! 
Like didn't some dude called Bob Dillon write that Folk ballad? The guy that 
sang in only one note and that was out of key!) Thanks to a severe storm on 
April 22nd that beat the Spring that had sprung back into the ground with 
hail stones the size of quarters,doing things to something called the 
cornice soffit that the blind dude did not see. (Now there is a real 
revelation! CROAK!) Then on May 11th another severe storm blew through like 
a flock of Canadian Honkers whose last meal at Taco Ding Dong supplied them 
with enough gaseous intestinal by-products to convert their fowl gas into a 
makeshift afterburner! The sixty mile per hour,or 96.5 KM, wind drove the 
2.2 inches of rain that fell into places Nature never intended to get wet! 
Like teenager's ears, exposed belly buttons with an 18K gold plated ring or 
an Alka Seltzer tablet storage warehouse! "Drip Drop, Fiz Fiz, oh what a 
disgusting mess this is!" CROAK! The water hit the shingles and somehow 
seeped through into the attic, and exited through the light fixture over the 
kitchen sink! Fortunately the blind dude had not turned that light on 
earlier and left it on all night, as he frequently does.

The water managed to get inside the south wall of the kitchen and into an 
interior wall from the kitchen to the utility room. The Contractor dude 
brought out one of those moisture sensing devices and it sang like a Canary 
on a caffeine buzz everywhere he put the probe! So until the roofing repair 
crew shows up on May 30th to replace the shingles with new ones, the blind 
dude can only occupy half of his house! When the punk with the Contractor 
made a suggestion that the blind dude check out getting some boat insurance 
for his house ark, and the blind dude reached for his infamous LASER Cane, I 
like beat my webbed feet for the pond! That cane isn't used for mobility, 
but to 'enlighten' those whose brain cell activity pilot lamp is set to 
'dim/dumb! ZAP! The kid's Levis smoked momentarily as the entire butt 
vanished in a brilliant flash! No doubt if he was wearing boxers or briefs, 
just the bare truth! Niether! CROAK!

So there you have it, oh ye who glow in the dark with those vintage vacuum 
Hallicrafters rigs from distant years when "quality" was more than just a 
seven letter word starting with 'Q' for Scrabble! Despite my notoriety for 
telling a pond pale Lily Pad tale taller than a Giraffe on stilts, the blind 
man's house really is severely damaged. So if you like have some extra food 
and a spare microwave, feed him! He has no kitchen, utility room, dining 
room and back door! You think your XYL, or in some of your cases assortment 
of Ex-XYL's, CROAK!, were more nasty than a hungry Florida Gator displaced 
from his home and deprived of his natural diet, tourists who went deep sea 
fishing and hooked the BIG one, but forgot to fasten their safety belt! Then 
his alternative meal of fast food burgers flung at Sea Gulls doing low 
altitude bowel bomb practice runs by pull tab flinging tourists on Jet Skis, 
who delighted in using the backs of Sea Cows as jump ramps, ended. Nutriment 
deprived by some rich Turnip farmers who ran thos "Beef is bad, be growth 
hormone free, eat just vegetables and drink High Sea!" commercials. So if 
you like think that hungry snapping Gator is a bit testy, the blind dude is 
no better when his belly makes more noise than the punk teenage dude who 
enjoys shaking parts off his 2002 Honda Humper as he cruises down the street 
with that 1KW stereo thumping and banging like an Aciditic Stoner Band of 
the late seventies!

Gotta hop! I think I hear the blind dude crawling back into the Ham Shack 
through the open window after making the bathroom run! Man! Sure was easier 
when he could use the hall! CROAK! So be there, or be square like a sinus 
wave, and bring food! Sounds like he is sharpening knives on one of those 
whet stones ... Hey! I hope he does not like large jumbo Frog legs! I'm 
gone, like last weeks paycheck!

Frogzilla

Duane Fischer, W8DBF
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