[Hallicrafters] Halli 20M Net Tomorrow!

[Duane Fischer, W8DBF]

Hey! Oh ye of little faith! We had useable propagation today for the HHI 40 
meter Net! We had in state, adjacent state and midwest propagation! Even 
better, instead of the ten minutes of propagation and then ... Where did it 
go? We had propagation that stayed as long as we were on the air, or until 
2000 UTC. Fantastic!

Now this is twice it has happened in the past three weekends, hopefully a 
good sign!

Join us on Sunday November 15th for the HHI 20 meter Net.

Pre-Net: 12:45 PM EST/EDT, or 1745 UTC.

HHI 20 Meter Net: 1:15 PM EST/EDT, or 1815 UTC.

Frequency: As ever, 14.293 MHZ usb +/- for key clicks, mike splatter and 
various and sundry planetary sounds direct from the Cosmos. Tune for us 
between 14.292 MHZ and 14.293 MHZ! Generally about 14.2925 us wgere we end 
up at!

Here is hoping to hear you tomorrow! You do 'not' have to be using a 
Hallicrafters rig to join us, just be sure you own something that glows!

                   And Nobody Knows But Me


                                        By, Duane B. Fischer


There is a place of velvet black,
Where darkness rules and lights denied.
The probing fingers feel the mark,
The seller said it worked, he lied?
And nobody knows but me.

A feeble glow lights up the room,
A hissing sound soon fills the air.
One short could spell a certain doom,
You spin the knob with loving care.
And nobody knows but me.

A crackle from the speaker leaps,
A signal flutters in the wind.
The smell of something burning seeps,
Some EBAY guilt, for all have sinned.
And nobody knows but me.

With trembling hand you pull the plug,
Scorched insulation burns your eyes.
A molten metal tuning slug,
As color codes curl up and die.
And nobody knows but me.

A vacuum tube explodes with light,
And voltage arcs to waiting hands.
Resistors pop with all their mite,
And I.F.'s bulge within their cans.
And nobody knows but me.

A knob falls off and hits the floor,
Capacitors pop like seed corn.
You duck a coil that strikes the door,
Wiring hangs from where its now torn.
And nobody knows but me.

The fuse explodes and hits the fan,
Transformers glow a cherry red.
The Chassis turns a sickening tan,
As wire fragments strike your head.
And nobody knows but me.

The Halli glow fades out to dark,
The smoke detector screams Alert!
This EBAY bargan left its mark,
A nightmare from a vintage dream.
And nobody knows but me.

Through open window goes your prize,
The snowflakes sizzle as it sinks.
Another relic meets demise,
Sometimes the past can really stink!
And nobody knows but me.

You'll try again, of this you're sure,
Nothing quite like a boat anchor.
Perhaps your wife would like a fur,
There must be some way to thank her.
And nobody knows but me.

Her house is smoked like roasted fowl,
The morning may find you packing.
So hide the checkbook coos the Owl,
Right now no more circuit tracking!
And nobody knows but me.

And who am I you kindly ask,
While wind moans through attic rafters.
As moonlight shines across my mask,
I am the ghost of Hallicrafters.


Original: Friday November 15, 2002


Duane Fischer, W8DBF - WPE8CXO
E-Mail: dfischer at usol.com

Hallicrafters web site: www.w9wze.net
HHRP web site: hhrp.w9wze.net