The War of the Worlds by H G Wells, as adapted for the brill Mercury Theater of the Air by Orson Wells, was an excellent exercise for traffic cops, as morons zoomed around escaping fictional Martian war-bots.
The amateur radio operator at the end goes
CQ. Calling CQ.
CQ. Calling CQ.
Is there ANYbody on the air?
Is there ANYbody on the air?”
By chance, my pen name, Cy Quick, has the same initials. Such inconsequentialities chuff my tiny mind.
Is anybody READing this?
Is anybody READing this?
PS This was a micro-Post but I do not get any good vibes feeding back from that idea. So I am minimising it.
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