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Spruce (birch) Goose and The Man in Brown: chills can be real<div><br></div><div>Craig, I will be on the lookout for that man. My first thought was that</div><div>he might be a station operator who lived in he building. A second possibility </div><div>might be someone who once lived on this land. Are there any</div><div>gravesites here? </div><div>Spring? Isn’t that about the time we set up the TR7 transceiver,</div><div>said to be one of Mr. Merriam’s favorites? </div><div><br></div><div>Len, that article opens up a host of ideas. Winter may currently be our</div><div>off season; but, we certainly could offer special events. We could</div><div>introduce a tour hosted by several properly schooled and dressed</div><div>actors. The cast:</div><div><br></div><div>Master Curator and Records Keeper: A bespectacled gentleman who</div><div>appears at the doorway of his tiny office. He has a distracted air about him</div><div>as he rapidly hauls out from his office some of his favorite treasures,</div><div>all the while mussing about their significance to the museum collection.</div><div>Each artifact (textbook, record book, patent grant, blue print, etc.) is</div><div>placed on a large table in front of the spectators.</div><div><br></div><div>The Gentleman Radio Listener: Dressed in 1930’s evening attire, reading</div><div>glasses drooping below his nose, an unlit pipe in his mouth, he is seated</div><div>in his period correct lounger while reading the newspaper. The</div><div>headline observed by our guests, reads “Hindenburg Disaster in NJ”.</div><div>Next to our gentleman is a chairside Zenith from which we hear </div><div>quiet music. Noticing our presence he suddenly says “Hello” and</div><div>begins to ask how we feel about the tragic event of May 6, 1937.</div><div>“I first heard about it on this very radio. It was last night at about</div><div>7:30.” He turns on the radio and we hear the actual live broadcast.</div><div>The Gentleman then reminisces about other events he has heard</div><div>on his radios throughout time past, present and future. As he does</div><div>this he is walking around the room and stopping at various display</div><div>radios which he describes and then turn on. Magically the</div><div>actual relevant broadcast booms from the speakers: Bombing of Pearl</div><div>Harbor, FDR Fireside Chat, Assassination of JFK, a popular</div><div>entertainment program, etc.</div><div><br></div><div>And many more characters: </div><div>The Factory Boiler Maintenance Man</div><div>The Proud Engine Designer, Mr. Corliss</div><div>The Housewife to the Wireless Station Operator</div><div>Mr. Massie, the Engineer and Designer of Wireless Equipment</div><div>Mr. Armstrong, the Feverish Inventor </div><div>Mr. Edison, the nearly deaf man with an ear for music</div><div>Mr. Crosley, and many others to choose from.</div><div><br></div><div>Tours every 90 minutes. Register ahead.</div><div>Free to members, a <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">nominal</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"> fee for guests.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Regarding ghosts, my daughter, Melanie, saw one.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">The experience resulted in her immediately exiting her residence</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">and lodging with her boyfriend (now husband) at his mother’s </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">house. The details are to be found in a book about ghosts</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">on Block Island, that same place that our PJ station had</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">constant contact with. And we are back where we began.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><br></div><div><br><br><br><a href="https://overview.mail.yahoo.com/?.src=iOS">Sent from Yahoo Mail for iPad</a><br><br><p class="yahoo-quoted-begin" style="font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0px;">On Sunday, October 31, 2021, 12:15 PM, Craig Moody via Thursday <thursday@newsm.org> wrote:</p><blockquote class="iosymail"><div id="yiv4294751862"><div>I actually saw something once when I came down the stairs from the transmitter room by myself. It was in the Spring of this year. As I turned left into the room on the main floor I was caught off-guard by a distinct full-size shadow-like male figure dressed in a dark brown overcoat standing in the center of that room with his hands in his coat pockets. It was just to the left of my direct line of sight, just in the area of my forward peripheral vision. When I looked at it full-on it was no longer visible.</div><div>My first though was that it was Bob, judging by the height and slightly hunched stature. I never would have said anything because I’ve pretty much kept those things to myself. Everybody has their opinions of this kind of thing, but there have been many such occurrences in my lifetime.</div><div>To me, it’s a pretty cool thing when it happens.</div><div><br clear="none"></div><div>Craig</div><div><br clear="none"></div><div><br clear="none"></div><div id="yiv4294751862yqt62604" class="yiv4294751862yqt3591447956"><br clear="none"><div class="yiv4294751862gmail_quote"><div dir="ltr" class="yiv4294751862gmail_attr">On Sun, Oct 31, 2021 at 11:53 AM Lens Email via Thursday <<a rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" shape="rect" ymailto="mailto:thursday@newsm.org" target="_blank" href="mailto:thursday@newsm.org">thursday@newsm.org</a>> wrote:<br clear="none"></div><blockquote class="yiv4294751862gmail_quote" style="margin-left: 0.8ex; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">On the occasion of Halloween, has anyone seen Massie’s ghost in station PJ?<br clear="none"><br clear="none">Len<br clear="none"><br clear="none"><a rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" shape="rect" target="_blank" href="http://www.flyingmag.com/story/news/ghosts-museum-education/">http://www.flyingmag.com/story/news/ghosts-museum-education/</a><br clear="none"><br clear="none"><br clear="none">Sent from my iPhone<br clear="none"><br clear="none">_______________________________________________<br clear="none">Thursday mailing list<br clear="none"><a rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" shape="rect" ymailto="mailto:Thursday@newsm.org" target="_blank" href="mailto:Thursday@newsm.org">Thursday@newsm.org</a><br clear="none"><a rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" shape="rect" target="_blank" href="http://newsm.org/mailman/listinfo/thursday_newsm.org">http://newsm.org/mailman/listinfo/thursday_newsm.org</a><br clear="none"></blockquote></div></div></div><div class="yqt3591447956" id="yqt55513">_______________________________________________<br clear="none">Thursday mailing list<br clear="none"><a shape="rect" ymailto="mailto:Thursday@newsm.org" href="mailto:Thursday@newsm.org">Thursday@newsm.org</a><br clear="none"><a shape="rect" href="http://newsm.org/mailman/listinfo/thursday_newsm.org" target="_blank">http://newsm.org/mailman/listinfo/thursday_newsm.org</a></div></blockquote></div><div><blockquote class="iosymail"><div class="yqt3591447956" id="yqt55513"><div><blockquote class="iosymail"><div class="yqt3591447956" id="yqt55513"><a shape="rect" href="http://newsm.org/mailman/listinfo/thursday_newsm.org" target="_blank"></a></div></blockquote></div></div><blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></div>
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