"The Big Broadcast" Live Sunday 11/3 7-11pm est

WAMU ^ | 11/3/19 | Freak SJW Murray Horwitz

[Vision]

Friends it's Sunday night again and time to relax. Warm up the tubes for another 4 hours of classic radio Americana.

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Info *tonight's show will be available at the "Info" link starting tomorrow.

[Vision]

The Big Broadcast is a Sunday night tradition for families throughout the WAMU listening area.

Longtime radio personality and The Big Broadcast host Ed Walker passed away early on Oct. 26 at age 83. We invite you to leave your thoughts and remembrances.

Saying Goodbye To Ed Walker

Ed Walker spent 65 years on the radio. His last program was unlike any other.

[Vision]

Happy Sunday Night...Classic Radio Time...

[Vision]

7 p.m. Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar
“The Rolling Stone Matter” (Original air date May 11, 1958. CBS network, AFRTS rebroadcast) (Running time 20:42)

7:30 p.m. The Great Gildersleeve
(Original air date October 11, 1942. NBC Network.) (Running time 27:19)

7:50 p.m. Halloween vintage Top 40

8:00 p.m. Gunsmoke
“Quarter-Horse” (Original air date March 28, 1953. CBS Network.) (Running time 28:53)

8:30 p.m. Dragnet
“The Big Lift” (Original air date September 8, 1953. NBC network) (Running time 26:17)

9:00 p.m. Listener’s Playhouse
“The Director’s Dilemma” (Original air date July 13, 1940. NBC Network.) (Running time 29:15)

9:30 p.m. Words At War
“That Shall Not Have Me” (Original air date September 23, 1943. NBC Network) (Running time 30:54)

10:00 p.m. The Lone Ranger
“Hank Garrison” also known as “Autumn Torrent” (Original air date March 3, 1941.) (Running time 25:01)

10:30 p.m. Crime Club
“Silent Witnesses” (Original air date March 27, 1947. Mutual Network.) (Running time 28:30)

[Vision]

Happy it’s darker earlier Sunday all...

I’m seeing new material tonight in Listener’s Playhouse...Words at War...and Crime Club is fun...

How’s it going?

[WXRGina]

Hi, Vision! I wish they’d stop the stupid time changes. Leave it on Daylight Savings and forget it!

How’s it going?

[Vision]

All’s well Gina. You? I agree about daylight savings time.

[WXRGina]

Been a very busy weekend. I had radio work both days, plus all my other chores. BUSY! Otherwise, we’re fine. :-)

[Vision]

Glad to hear it.

[Viking2002]

Evening.

[Vision]

What’s going on?

[WXRGina]

Hi, Viking! Happy Stupid Standard Time! :-/

[Viking2002]

Oh, I just spent two hours for what should have been a 20 minute trip trying to find a friggin' roast chicken at one of the markets around here and it turned into the biggest friggin' farce I've been involved in for the last ten years. I went to Kroger and picked up potato salad and King's Hawaiian rolls, and they didn't have Chicken One there. The deli closed at 7 and they were closing down for the night, and it was only 7:05 when I walked in there, but the hot racks were already empty and rolled away. So I went to Walmart but that place is still 2/3 closed after that local inbred started a fire in it last week as a diversion so he could try and sneak a shopping cart full of groceries out during the evacution, so I drew bupkis there. I gave up and went to KFC, but they don't carry roast chicken on their menu anymore and the two defectives working the registers looked like they just woke up and couldn't figure out why they were wearing KFC uniforms to begin with, so I left there after ten minutes and went to Popeye's. That place was populated with BLM types who would look right at home at the Ferguson Riots and the 9th grade-educated brood mares behind the counter were too busy hooting and jabbering at each other and the BLM thugs hanging out at the counter to bother taking an order, so I beat a hasty retreat after a few minutes. Not a hill I was willing to die on. I texted Connie and told her, it's either Church's, or you rummage for dinner. I get to Church's, and sure enough, the whole night crew were a bunch of dull-eyed sloths from the projects, and after ten minutes went by, one of them actually bothered to take my order. Needless to say, I was about one poke shy of going postal at that point. They foot-dragged for so long, a whole tray of honey-butter biscuits disappeared while I was standing there. I said, "I've been waiting here for ten minutes and now you're out of biscuits?!?" No apologies, nothing. In her best Alabama ghetto-ese, she said, "Well, it'll be 10 minutes until the others are done." I said, "Just gimme the gaddam chicken then! No sides, no biscuits, chicken!!!! CHICKEN!!" I was ready to call the corporate complaint line right there in front of her. Useless sack of protoplasm. There wasn't even anybody else in the place. They were too busy dealing with the line of cars at the drive-thru, most likely because they were slow to the point of paralysis doing their jobs and the line was backing up. By the time I get home, the beer is warm, the potato salad is room temperature, the butter for the rolls had congealed, and she says to me, oh, I don't need potato salad, I'm fine with the chicken.

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Then, on top of that, I go out to get some chicken a few minutes ago, and Connie just blithely let the overdue-to-be-kicked-out freeloaders paw through the box after they befouled my kitchen making tacos, now there's just a few bits and pieces left for me to gnaw on. I'm not working while my disability hearing is pending, so I'm not in a financial position to feed a bunch of able-bodied but lazy and shiftless welfare cases. Now I'm relegated to eating a bowl of effing soup if I get hungrier.

Yeah, I'm in a bit of a pissy mood this evening.

[Vision]

Wow, that is a bad evening.

Your relative tenants need to show more respect.

[Viking2002]

They’re a bunch of cousin-hunching, slope-headed peckerwoods, IMO. None of my genes are in play there. That’s her side of the family. They’re partially housebroken at this point and look down when I walk into the room, but my privacy is being invaded, they’re slobs, I’m not partial to small, whiny children, and I’ve had about enough of everything from laundry to groceries getting mixed together. This is not a storage lot, homeless shelter, or refugee camp. It’s my damn house with my damn name on the mortgage, and I’ve exhibited enough patience with this situation to get a hall pass in Heaven. Get off your arse, get a job, and get out. She works as a daycare cattle herder and he seems to think he’s going to get a $50,000 a year job with a G.E.D. and no practical skills to speak of. We already bailed them out once (that I know of - she’d never tell me if she had to prop them up on the sly), and it cost me a car in the process. If he thinks he’s going to borrow our backup car AGAIN once he does get a job, that ain’t gonna be a winning hand. Go find one of these used car lots where they’ll finance anyone with two legs and a pulse, but you pay loan shark rates to do it. Tired of adults who act like five year olds.

[Vision]

He’s not working? Wow.