[Hammarlund] Join HCI Saturday 40 Meter Net
Duane Fischer, W8DBF
[email protected]
Fri, 12 Mar 2004 22:02:01 -0500
As always, all flavors and cents of vintage gear are always welcome - (If it's
not vacuum - just hum and fake it!)
Please join us on Saturday March 13th for the HCI 40 meter Net. The pre-Net will
commence at 12:30 PM EST, (1730 UTC) and the Net proper at 1:00 PM EST, (1800
UTC). The frequency will be 7.280 MHz lsb +/- for key clicks, mike splatter and
the unmistakable sound of the military surplus turbine powered sump pump
conveniently located under the northeast corner of the Ham Shack kicking in and
shooting a stream of undesired H2O a hundred feet due east and giving my
neighbor a free car wash. Two weeks ago when the temperatures soared into the
fifties, that is above zero, the snow melted and the sump pump was earning its
keep. Why did his wife have to park their mini-van right in line with my sump
pump outlet nozzle? It was not like they did not know that like Old Faithful, a
jet stream of dirty water was headed that way periodically when the sump pump
was in the mood to hurl.
Perfect timing! Just as she backed up with her arms loaded with two paper
grocery bags full of food, the sump pump hurled, the bags split open like
overcooked hot-dogs, food fell into the yard landing in the mud and remaining
snow, she shouted some word I can't even spell, her husband rushed out to help
her, slipped on the bananas lying in the muddy humus, did a complete somersault
while saying several words I could not spell, landed on his rump on top of the
economy carton full of two dozen large farm fresh eggs which squirted up into
his face giving him that dipped in egg white look, pulled himself up by a door
handle, pointed at my house, shouted some rather nasty things about my lineage,
picked up a large rock to throw at my house ... Whoosh! Old Faithful hurled and
he went head over heels, did several really impressive Olympic style cartwheels
as the crotch of his jeans split apart, landed head first in the bird feeder
disturbing some Bluejays who gave him a piece of what was on their beaks, fell
sideways into the trellis where the thorny roses climb, got to know first hand
what a 'nose among thorns means' and rolled over several times coming to rest
under the Lilac bush just as a Blackbird fertilized the grass! His wife was
laughing so hard that the tears washed her eye liner off as she grabbed the
digital camera out of the mini-van and snapped a few action shots. I heard she
won some cash on America's Funniest Home Stills and that he had filed for a
divorce! Some people just have no sense of humor.
Hope to hear you tomorrow.
Duane Fischer, W8DBF
NCS: Hallicrafters Collectors International