Thursday, January 3, 2019

Thursday, 1/3


I don't even wanna think about what happened five years ago today.

You may not remember this, but it's been etched into my brain for half a decade now. A windy snowstorm moved in on January 3 rd, 2014, ushering in a cold snap that lasted, on and off, almost two months. But that's not why I don't wanna think about what happened five years ago today. Nope; the reason I don't wanna think about what happened five years ago today is what occurred at 9:03 pm, most likely caused by the wind and the snow and the cold, although, in all honesty, we may never know the exact cause.

What happened at 9:03 pm five years ago today?  And why do I even remember the exact time?  Well, that's when our antenna array blew up, ushering in a five month period of us being, well, not much of a radio station.

Those of you who tried to listen on the air or may remember reading my daily bouts of whining about the situation know that it was not fun. Something happened 600 feet above the ground that caused metal to melt and things to fall apart. Instead of our usual 100,000 watts of power, we were broadcasting at 100 watts—and that's if we were lucky. Because of the extreme cold the first three months of the year, our engineers couldn't climb up on the tower to find out what was wrong. And on the days that they could climb, they had to trace every single inch of feed line, radomes, and antenna couplings to try and find out what the problem was. Once they found all of the problems (and there were multiple problems) we then had to order a whole new antenna array, wait for it to be built, wait for it to be delivered, and then wait for the winds to die down enough for the engineers to haul it up 600 feet above the ground, install it, plug it in, and hope that it worked.

All that was done, and we were finally back up and running at full power on June 3rd, five months to the day after storm that started the whole thing.

It was not a five months that I'd recommend anyone go through. It's certainly a five months that I never want to have to experience again. It was bad enough not being able to do what we usually do and have everyone listen who usually listens. The worst part of it was the not knowing—the now knowing what the problem was, and the not knowing when it would be fixed. It was okay the first few weeks; we figured the weather would break soon and we'd get things fixed. But as the weeks stretched into months and as we were all of a sudden looking the the real possibility that a half a year would pass before things returned to normal; well, that's when the absurdity of the situation hit its extreme.

Thankfully, though, things DID return to normal. We found out what the problem was, we had a new system built, and on the afternoon of June 3rd a button was pushed and our long national nightmare was over. If anything good comes out of a situation like this it's what happened after we returned to full power, and had people from all across the U.P. tell us how much they missed us and how glad they were that we were back. It was nice to know we were missed. And trust me—we missed each and every person who couldn't hear as much as they missed us.

Even after five years I get a little shudder down my spine when a cold snap hits or a winter weather system started spewing ice over the landscape. I know it's probably not going to happen again, but the psychic pain and the mental trauma caused by the accident will probably linger in the back of my mind for as long as I work in radio. And that's probably nothing compared to what my boss had to go through; after all, he was the one who had to pay all the bills for the fun.

The fun that, believe it or not, started five years ago today.


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