"The Big Broadcast" Live Sunday 11/24 7-11pm est

WAMU ^ | 11/24/19 | 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 Wayward River Matter” (Original air date June 8, 1958. CBS network, AFRTS rebroadcast) (Running time 22:580)

7:20 p.m. The Liberace Program
Thanksgiving program (Original air date November 24, 1954. International Artists syndication)

7:30 p.m. The Jell-O Program starring Jack Benny
(Original air date November 19, 1939. NBC Network.) (Running time 29:35)

8:00 p.m. Gunsmoke
“Bum’s Rush” (Original air date April 18, 1953. CBS Network.) (Running time 29:09)

8:30 p.m. Dragnet
“The Big Slip” (Original air date September 22, 1953. NBC network) (Running time 26:33)

9:00 p.m. The Abbott and Costello Show
(Original air date November 23, 1944. NBC Network.) (Running time 23:55)

9:20 p.m. Lights Out from Drop Dead! An exercise in Horror
“Chicken Heart” (Original recording date 1962) (Running time 7:38)

9:30 p.m. Town Hall Tonight
(Original air date November 2, 1938. NBC Network.) (Running time 27:15)

10:00 p.m. The Cavalcade of America
“Feast from the Harvest” (Original air date November 23, 1942. NBC Network.) (Running time 27:00)

10:30 p.m. Doctor Christian
“Prelude to Thanksgiving” (Original air date November 22, 1939. CBS Network.) (Running time 28:35)

[Vision]

Happy pre Thanksgiving Sunday all...

It’s a festive night of Jack Benny...not sure what 10min of Lights Out from Drop Dead! An exercise in Horror is...and ending with Thanksgiving programs...

Ready for the big week?

[WXRGina]

Happy Pre-Thanksgiving to you, too, Vision! How’s it going?

[Vision]

Life’s good Gina, and took this week off. What’s up with you?

[WXRGina]

It’s been a rough week, and today sucked. I told you last Sunday about our sick cats. The old guy with the mysterious debilitating problem on his back legs—we had to put him to sleep today at the pet E.R. clinic. We’re very sad, but at least he’s not suffering anymore.

[Vision]

Sorry to hear that Gina. You're such caring people.

[Viking2002]

Evening, folks. Sorry about the ol’ fella, Gina. Been there, done that. Didn’t need it after coming home from surgery that day, but her cancer got the best of her. Just keep thinking, ‘Rainbow Bridge’. If God can do anything, then he can lay that in our path when our time comes.

[WXRGina]

Thanks, Guys. We do love our precious pets.

[Vision]

Hi Viking, what's new? Your relatives planning to eat you out of house and home this Thanksgiving?

[Viking2002]

Oh, Lord, my campaign for a quiet holiday collapsed within 24 hours. I was about to tell the lot of them to go eat at Cracker Barrel and leave me alone with a Boston Market TV dinner, but nooooo, I wimped out and decided that we were going to have a traditional Thanksgiving meal here. But I hung several caveats on that: one, we were going to scale down on everything this year. No more having a dozen side dishes and fifty pounds of leftovers. I said it'll be a small bird, and I'm only making enough sage stuffing* to go around the table. And a small dish of mashed potatoes. One year I wasn't paying attention, and peeled, cubed, boiled, and mashed so much, we ended up throwing out an extra three pounds. I said, OK, go ahead and make your green bean casserole. No damn sweet potato casserole or anything else. Of course, I hear, "I like sweet potato casserole." I said I'll get one pie and that's it. I'll bake a loaf or two of fresh bread. That's it. Bird. Stuffing. Smashed taters. A veggie. Bread. We are not responsible for feeding Washington's Continental Army this year. We already have one nest of freeloaders here who have overstayed their welcome. Done.

Like hell it was done.

"Well, you know they'll be here!" Yeah, I know. I trip over them. They have the housekeeping aptitude of a Mongol horde. I'm constantly cleaning up behind them. They remind me of horses. They clop along on their hooves, dull-eyed, grazing and crapping everywhere they feel like. The last place they lived in looked like it was a crack house. They aspire to a double-wide as the epitome of redneck living.

"Well, my son is going to come over and they're bringing deviled eggs and........" Oh, God, no!!! He'll be dragging his rabid Sasquatch of a wife and all their dysfunctional larva with them. "Oh, so-and-so is coming because she doesn't have anyone else close by and her father lives two hours away and......" 🙄😣

ENOUGH! Nobody brings anything they don't take home! Besides, their cooking sucks! With the exception of turkey and maybe some stuffing, I will NOT have fifteen Tupperware containers of leftovers in my fridge Friday! 😡

So, now we're up to a 12 pound turkey, a small spiral-cut ham, in-the-bird sage stuffing, cornbread dressing, green bean casserole, corn casserole, sweet potato casserole, more mashed potatoes, deviled eggs, three loaves of fresh bread, two bottles of German Liebfraumilch, pumpkin pie and whipped topping, apple pie and vanilla bean ice cream, sugar free chocolate cake filled with sugar free pudding pockets, and I bought a little tub of chicken livers to cook with the bird because these poultry farms short change you on the turkey livers in the giblet bag. (My dad and I used to get into fork fights over the turkey liver when I was a kid. We always split it. 😁 ) I've had to make two store runs to make sure we have everything we need, including celery to saute with the onions for the dressings. One year the entire town was empty of celery, and it was like a federal manhut to find a bunch at the last minute. And I mandated that anything that can be prepared the night before shall be, because it's bad anough tripping over my wife in the kitchen, but nobody else is invading it and getting in my way. I already put up with that BS several times a week, and am really getting fed up with having my cooking plans scuttled because the refugees just assume they have free reign to use my oven, dishes, pots, and pans at their convenience when I had an agenda of my own. Excuse me, I bought that oven two years ago, and it's under the roof of my house. You are allowed access as a courtesy, it's not an appliance included in a rental agreement which you don't and shall not have, you invasive squatters. Yeah, I went there. Maybe you're seeing a theme going with me.

I feel like I've just cooked the whole thing myself already, and it's three days away. *pant* *pant* *pant*

*(I add a small portion of dried cranberries and some chopped pecans or walnuts to the stuffing to give it a more seasonal taste and texture. Not too much, just enough or it'll sort of take over the taste. You can be sure the pilgrims would have done it if they were putting stuffing up a wild turkey's tuckus. Try it. It is really good. I get rave reviews.)

[thecodont]

That was a good rant.

(Where’s your tip jar?)

[Vision]

You have me laughing over here.

Wives complicate life, apparently.

[Viking2002]

Vision, if I live though the next seven days and not have a cardiac episode or throw a cranial embolism, you can be sure it was because God had a hand on my shoulder. And if it weren't for that vicious little shrew throwing stoneware at me, I'd almost prefer to be married to my first wife again. And her mother came over from Istanbul and stayed for a whole year, and I eventually ended up sleeping on the sofa. How's that for picking which circle of Hell you want to be thrown into? Man, right now I long for a few of those old girlfriends I could have married, but didn't. I really know how to pick 'em.....😒

[Vision]

Here’s wishing you a happy Thanksgiving.