Discussion in 'Ham Radio Discussions' started by K4KYV, Dec 1, 2018.
The first radio broadcast as picked up by Morse code operators in their receivers.
Christmas Eve - 1906
That's amazing! Didn't know they had YouTube back then.
The Night Before Contest
‘Twas the night before contest
And all through the shack
Not a creature was stirring,
'Cept for me and old Jack
The coax was hung from the tower with care
In hopes propagation soon would be there
The wifey was nestled all snug in her bed
And rolled her eyes slowly while pounding her head
And me in my boxers and Jack in his shorts
Entertaining each other with belches and snorts
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my barstool to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up on the sash.
The moon on the trash in the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of Detroit to objects below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh just loaded with beer
With a pot-bellied driver so slow on his feet
I knew in a moment it had to be Pete
More blue than a sailor's, his curses they came
He whistled and shouted, forgetting our names
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the porch
A stream of foul language that would make your ears scorch
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the basement steps tumbled old Pete with a bound
He was dressed in his Carhartts from his feet to his chest
And his clothes were all tarnished with I'd rather not guess
A flagon of gin he had strapped to his belt
He looked like a dealer who's wares he'd just dealt
His eyes, how bloodshot, his dimples were nary
His cheeks were exposed, and his nose was quite scary
His foul little mouth was stuffed full of chew
The beard on his chin was soaked with brown goo
There just wasn't room for a pipe in his teeth
And the stench, how it circled the man like a wreath
He had a red face and a massive round gut
That shook when he cussed, right along with his butt
He was chubby and plump, a right miserable old sot
But when there's a contest, you take what you've got
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave us to know, we had nothing to dread
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
And tuned up on twenty, that crazy old jerk
And laying his finger aside of the paddle
Cranked out Morse Code like hell on a saddle
He sprang into action, he made us all whistle
The contacts, they flew like the down of a thistle
And we heard him exclaim as drove out of sight
Well, that ought to hold ya bums one more night.
Or, as they say, the night is still young.
Fatuous is what you become if you eat too many Christmas cookies.
What's needed is a cat-free tree. (Notice the expression on the cat.)
Me: For Christmas I would like a unicorn with one eye green and the other eye purple.
Santa Be realistic
Me OK then I would like a Flex to come out with a software update on time.
Santa: What color Unicorn would you like?
* snort * chuckle *
I do not like Christmas. But, just for you Bert, here is my one bright idea for the year and like Flex Radio software, its also broken HAHAHAHA