I was trapped in a medical waiting room with a TV this morning. I knew it would be good.
This woman wept three times, really wept, because her cupcake bakery was losing money, and the business consultant she hired to help very politely mentioned a few things that were wrong.
The Baker Wept! Gospel of Bakeries, chapter 11, verse 35.
WOT (weeping on television) has been a national passtime for ages. I might even do it myself given the chance.
I would, however, prefer to weep, really weep, over winning the lottery.
I think this is 1976 or so. My basement ham radio station (Amateur Radio), plus a CB (citizens band) radio. I had more antennas than those in the pic. They ran all over the yard.
Neighbors sometimes accused me of all kinds of interference on their TV’s and radios. It’s possible I did some damage to reception of local TV station channel 2, but it was best to deny it all with something like “I haven’t been on the air in a week” even if I was on the entire time.
1970’s were heavy Cold War, but I kept up with radio friends all over the old USSR areas plus the entire world. I loved them all.
What teenager would get up at 5 AM on school days? Me! I wanted a couple of hours on the air every morning before school.
I still have a valid license that I really need to put back to work.
My 6th grade teacher said one time, “it’s a lot harder to drop bombs when you have friends on the ground.” I believe in this.
Somebody lines our street with these for several holidays.
I should burn it and put the stick back in the ground as a warning to others, but then I’d have to move out of the neighborhood, so I leave it alone. 😬