The Set: Pete Deksnis's Site about the CT-100
Restoring a Vintage Color Television Set
So you're back. Here goes again:
For the first seven months of 1960 and while in my last semester at tech school, I was a combo-man at a commercial radio station, WBUX in Doylestown, Pennsylvania. [In 1955, four weeks before a spring vacation, I decided to study for the FCC second class radiotelephone license. Didn't get any schoolwork done, but at fifteen, I passed the test the first time. Four years later, I took the much easier first class test, and so was qualified for the commercial broadcast position.]
Combo means do everything. Back in those days, every radio and television station was required to have a licensed operator on duty at the transmitter. I had the requisite first class radiotelephone license, so each Sunday I was a one-man radio station: licensed operator, announcer, janitor, disk jockey, phone operator, news guy, keep-the-station-on-the-air troubleshooter, and who knows what else. Oh yeah, getting calls from the station manager bitching about the music I played and from the chief engineer wondering where the hum was coming from. It was fun. A real kick for a barely
There was a nice, clean, modern studio in town. But where I worked -- a building which housed the transmitter and a really beat-up old studio -- was in a decidedly rural area. The actual antennas were in the middle of a cow pasture. Every Sunday morning I walked to the 'doghouses' at the base of each
to take RF current readings, so it was dodge the cow crap or track it into the studio on your shoes.
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