"Michael A. Terrell" wrote:

I was a teenager the last time I was there but I still remember the
clean air, the rolling hills and all that Kentucky Bluegrass where it
had spread all over the hills and mountainsides. The other thing i
remember was how quiet the radio and TV bands were. There was no
manmade noise on most bands so all you heard was a few radio stations or
bursts of static when a storm was pounding away at a mountain top.

Did you see "Broke leg Falls"? Its about ten miles from Frenchburg
and a popular tourist stop.

I don't remember being there, so I'll bet that, if we went through, I
was probably catching up on sleep.

I moved a 25 KW UHF TV transmitter from Leesburg, Fl. to Destin Fl
around that time. It took four 28 foot Ryder trucks to haul all the
parts and the water chillier for the final tubes. The transmitter was
built in '52 in nine, three foot square aluminum cabinets. It was a RCA
TTU-25B which was one of the first "high lower" UHF transmitters.

If I recall correctly, this was an RCA BTH 40, an "E" model, but it's been
some time. We had an easier time than you, but it did take 6 men to lift
and move that darned plate transformer. I enjoyed the "ride" back down,
because I wasn't looking straight down.

I'm surprised folks can raise sorghum there, but I don't know much about
the soil conditions. Chickens, on the other hand, are a "snap." ;P

73,

Steve

Steve Lawrence
Burnsville, Minnesota

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