Ding Dong the (Son of a) Bitch Is Dead!

A Hallicrafters ad from the early '60s.

Ding Dong the (Son of a) Bitch Is Dead!


Not going to say much about this character except to say that I would have voted for him if he was running against Clinton and not Trump. The scumbag didn't pretend to be anything other than what he was.

I've a feeling Cuba's about to open up a lot more now. I suggest to any Cubans (Or any of their stateside relatives.) reading this to hold on to your older U.S. made cars. The island may be about to be flooded with car buffs and collectors more than happy to take that "junk" off your hands for cheap ...

AND I MEAN CHEEP!

Yes I spelled that "right". That's how "cheep" they might be.

Sure, most of those "Yank tanks" have a lot of the original parts replaced and those Russian made diesels powering a lot of them certainly don't raise their value. Howsomever, original '40s/'50s body panels, among other things, may command top prices and some of your rides would make for great restoration projects.

Hold out for top dollar, folks. Otherwise you may be without transportation for a long time.

Duuuuude! ... It's a Stude!

A couple of articles contrary here and here.

Herb Alperts' Tijuana Taxi here. Yeah, I know. "Mexican". Hey ... If put in Wars' Low Rider you'd REALLY get ticked off. Besides, old cars is old cars ... And I love 'em!

A Cuba related article of mine on Radio Havana and "numbers" stations from a few years ago here.


Go to Jays' Tee Vee blog main page here. Any articles under this means yer already on it. MAKE OLD CARS GREAT AGAIN!

I Know It's You Diana

                                                   I Know It's You Diana

                                                                   by

                                                                      Jay Agan

      Back in my shortwave listening heyday in the 70s, I'd often tune in to several commie stations (No, I'm not referring to NPR.) for my "nightly hate". Cold war radio at its finest. Radio Moscow, R. Berlin Int., R. Peking, etc. Broadcasters from Commieland, enlightening us as to the "truth" about what was wrong/right in the world & how everything could be made oh so hunky dory. If only we in the decadent west would just put everything into their hot little hands all would be well. Maybe I am writing about NPR.

      One of my "favorite" stations was Radio Havana Cuba.Transmitting from the island of Castrovania, 90 miles off Florida!

      It was from the "Land of Darkness" I would listen to Diana Strong, Arnie Coro, & others regale the world with programs such as "Viet Nam Fights Back", etc. A broadcaster I dearly loved to hate back then.

      Diana Strong, especially. Maybe it was that tone of voice or the manner in which she spoke. Whatever it was, I did NOT like her. As irritating as she was, I also found her compelling. Wierd. (Sorry Arnie, you don't do a thing for me.)

      Another facet of my radio hobby was "numbers stations". "Mysterious" transmissions on odd "off band" frequencies, straight AM, in the clear, consisting of male or female voices reading off 4 or 5 digit strings of numbers. I've heard them in English, Spanish, & German.

      There's been much speculation as to what these stations/transmissions were about. Some have thought them to be messages for covert operatives using code good only for their particular respective broadcasts. My guess is they're nothing more than transmitter/reception tests. Other speculation was as to where these signals were coming from. No doubt in my mind though. Mordor of course! That or NPR.

      One late night/early morning, I did know for certain where one transmission was coming from. I was stooging around between 9 & 10 Mhz when I heard the familiar "cadence" of a numbers station. Seemingly random number strings of 5 digits each in Spanish. A womans' voice. Not just any womans voice. It was the dulcet tones of Diana Strong!

      Was their "numbers lady" off for the night & Diana filling in? Who knows? In my years in the shortwave listening hobby, I hadn't heard her do that before or scince.

      But that night, I knew where & who it was coming from. It was you, Diana.

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