1634: Turn Your Radio On by Eric Flint Read Free Book Online

finally found an argument that got John thinking about more time to sell advertising in.
    "Well, no, I guess not, John," Jennifer Hanson, the acting station engineer replied.
    "Now that Gayle is going to be off to Paris and London if this embassy that Mike Stearns is planning comes off, we really aren't going to be able to get to her with every little question the way we have so far. We're going to have to depend on ourselves." John continued, "She's never really said we have to limit it to six hours a day—just to make sure we broadcast during the critical period so that the sky wave has the maximum chance to bounce our signal as far as possible."
    Taking another moment for thought, he added, "It looks like the Great Stone Radio Tower should be finished by the end of the month at the latest. That should also extend our range by about fifty percent."
    He rocked slowly back and forth while he continued to study the ceiling. "Okay, here's the deal. Starting Monday, we're going to go full power till ten every morning and start back up at four every afternoon through Christmas. We'll revisit the issue between Christmas and New Years Eve. However, if one tube burns out during that time, we're cutting back immediately. Understand me, Marc?"
    Marc nodded in agreement, all the time thinking of whom he should call on first to offer the new time slots.
    "That will mean a five hour morning shift for Franz in the Morning ," Deanna Dee piped in. As Program Director, she would have to fill the added hours with new programming somehow. "Janet Rogers should be able to get her news reporters to take on some of the added hours on the weekends. I can fill in the extra afternoon hours, no sweat, but I'd still like to come up with some more programming ideas. Robin of the Committees of Correspondence has all they can handle with their twenty minutes on Sunday night."
    "That's a shame," Marc added regretfully. "I could sell that kind of programming every night of the week. What we need is more German language programs. That's where the money is."
    "Oh no!" Marc jumped to his feet and started running for the door. "I've got to notify the printer to change the hours on the flyers he's printing for us today! Maybe I should double the order."
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    The steady snowfall and whipping winds, early for the season, kept most of the funeral service attendees from the final graveside services for Paul Nemeth. The newly-finished church sanctuary had been packed with all the new members attracted by Fischer's efforts. Paul had the unfortunate honor of being the first buried in the new churchyard behind the little Church in the Hollow.
    Between the stress of comforting Ingrid the last few nights and supervising the finishing touches to his church, Brother Chalker really should have let Brother Fischer perform the graveside service afterward. But, he felt that the burial of an Elder, and such a devoted Elder at that, required the presence of the principal minister.
    The Elders were gathered together at the Nemeth home. It had been a long and trying day. "A good send off for a good man," Jennifer said sipping her hot apple cider. She glanced across the room at Pete's housekeeper Susannah and the rest of the ladies still gathered around Ingrid. Jennifer's husband Roy was giving a lift to several of the families that had walked to the house for the gathering after the funeral.
    "We'll have a hard time replacing him," Pete said. "Do you think Ingrid will have time to continue as an Elder? She's going to have a full time job with all those kids, and Terrell will be back off to the army soon enough. It might be time to bring in new blood at the treasurer position, too. Roy Copenhaver is getting more and more tied up with dealing with the government and the new territory that's being added to our jurisdiction."
    "I was thinking about the Kurger family," Jennifer said. "Hans has really taken to the faith since they joined the church last spring."
    Pete smiled. "Maybe