The Fixation of Five Sixty-Three
There be strange smoking toil, by the night?s waning oil,
When men quell their chirps and their clicks,
But the strangest it seems, so near to our dreams
Was the night near the snake of the Williams Lake
When Joe repaired his old Omni Six.
Now Joe was a man who was known as a ham,
Who would dit and dah with the best
But his dear Omni Six, in need of a fix
Had a stuck PLL borne on vapors of hell
That gave our dear OM no rest.
So Joe turned to the reflector, a knowledge collector
Where the oracle was known to lurk
And was given good fodder to search for some solder
That was cold in the joint-now you see my point
That had caused this unsettling quirk.
With iron in hand, smoke rings rose in a band
Round his head like ethereal wraith
And o?er the circuits he went with a hard-focused bent
To make tin and lead flow like spilt blood in the snow
Yet still t?was an act of his faith.
For circuits that die are ne?er hard to come by
Yet to resurrect them requires the knack,
That is found less these days, lost in mists and in haze
To fix what is broken, a repair more than token
In the quiet of Joe?s radio shack.
Yet when he was done was he sure he had won,
This battle with solder joints cold?
It would seem that he was, or that was the buzz
Which passed round the net (did you place a bet?)
At least that?s how this tale has been told.
When at last came the hour when he restored power
Cold display pierced the shack?s whelming night
He placed his hand to the dial, then turning it while
The numbers did change?said I before it was strange
QRG dancing now in his sight.
Thus a fine fix did Joe bring to his Six,
And it plays now as in its youth
Each circuit now works, no duty it shirks
All joints are now well, yet still cold as hell
Hear all you men, ?tis the truth.
So when next you hear Joe?s signal come near
I ask you friend, bear this yarn in mind
That our Joe was not slow
To repair with all care
A Six needing a Fix from its bind.
There be strange smoking toil, by the night?s waning oil
And the strangest by far to these ears
Was the night that Joe fought with what Ten-Tec had wrought
Coiled near to the snake of that old Williams Lake
And it may be the strangest for years.
Art
KØRO
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