[Hammarlund] Join Propagation Free Sunday HCI 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 Copernicus 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 and get a Kindergarten student to help you

with the conversion to EST/EDT! CROAK!

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, Fizz

Fizz, 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! Neither! 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 belts! Then his alternative

meal of fast food burgers thrown 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

endangered 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, they transformed the Florida

Everglades into a high class, black Fly buffet. 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 Acidic 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

Duane Fischer, W8DBF
dfischer at usol.com
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