[Hallicrafters] Time Change For Halli Sunday Net!

[Duane Fischer, W8DBF]

Please join us on Sunday November 7th for the Hallicrafters
20 meter Net. Remember, the time changes back to 'standard'
time at 2:00 AM on Sunday! Set your clocks back one hour!

The Pre-Net will start at 12:45 PM EST, or 1745 UTC.

The HHI Net will start at 1:15 PM EST, or 1815 UTC.

The time change is also the date that the Hallicrafters 20
meter Net returns back to its normal time! The Net will run
from 1:15 PM EST until 2:30 PM EST. Or, 1815 UTC until 1930
UTC.

Since we do not wish to inconvenience the Vintage SSB Net
that follows us, (they set their starting back by one hour
while I was hospitalized), we are going to end the
Hallicrafters 20 meter Net thirty minutes earlier then it
used to run. Hence, stopping at 2:30 PM EST instead of 3:00
PM EST. Hopefully this will make the time transitions easy
for all.

Since I am in the EST zone, many who wished to participate in
the Halli Net could not due to the time zone they lived in.
This is the reason for running until 2:30 PM EST.

Thanks to one and all for your cooperation, interest and
participation. It is appreciated!

Frequency: still 14.293 MHZ USB +/- for key clicks, mike
splatter and various and sundry adjacent chatter.

Hope to hear you tomorrow!


                   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