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Dave Heil wrote:
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K4YZ wrote:
Dave Heil wrote:

Say, your imagery of the lodge hall reminded me of these classic lines
of prose:

"The fire in the shack of the .....radio station burned low and
conversation lagged. .....Lazy, feathery flakes, beginning at midnight,
had changed to a fine, peppery mist swirling in from the north, and the
wind moaned down the chimney in icy cadences."

"...was the chief operator and and wore sterling crossed bars of chain
lightning on the shoulder of his navy blue jersey. There was no greater
this side of Heaven..."

"Five minutes passed with only the wind, the old clock, and the keying
relay breaking the silence."

"....and touched the knob timidly. The shadow scale above it moved
slightly. How easily it turned! Encouraged, he moved it a little more.
A faint hiss which had begun to evidence itself in the dynamic speaker
was at that instant ripped asunder by a kaleidescope of crisp,
bell-like signals..."

"Thousands of miles of black, tumbling ocean intervened. Outside, the
two great towers, outlined irregularly in white, rose up and up into
the swirling snow; downstairs the input reactors sang monotonously in
the ghastly glow of the rectifiers......imparted a dull radiance to the
the polished edges of the neutralizing condenser discs. All were
waiting, ready to hurl the dynamite."

Thanks for recognizing J.C.'s style in my stuff. 'Twas intentional.

73,

Dave K8MN

Dave Heil wrote:

Thanks for recognizing J.C.'s style in my stuff. 'Twas intentional.

Unmistakeable, too. Well done.

Now back to recopying the SS logs.

73 de Jim, N2EY