Campaign Chronicles

Saturday Morning, 05 October 1985 KMEL-13 Public Television Station      Harold Jenkins walked into the break room, coffee in one hand, doughnut in the other, with a newspaper tucked under one arm. He put the coffee down and with his now free hand, tossed the paper onto the table.      "Congratulations, Bob. You made the front page again."      Bob Mercer, a local insurance salesman and president of the Fairhaven Historical Society looked up and smiled. "Oh, um, yeah. We bought the old barn on the Josephson property. We're going to restore it as an example of early pioneering history. It should be an interesting project."      Harold nodded, "Good for you. Will the barn be part of your show this week?"      Bob shook his head, "Oh, um, no. Not this week. We're going to have to do quite a bit of work on it before it can be presented as part of ' Fairhaven's Historical Corner .'"      "Well, l...

KMEL-13: THE STATION Location:  Fairview, Illinois Building:  Single-story, gray cinderblock television and radio station Primary Function: Independent local television broadcasting and community-produced programming. Operating Hours: KMEL-TV operates on a variable production and broadcast schedule. KMEL 96.9 FM broadcasts 24 hours a day, seven days a week. An overnight radio announcer is normally present even after the television studios close. Broadcast Services: KMEL-TV, Channel 13; KMEL 96.9 FM, “The Camel” — Where Every Day Is Hump Day! Radio format: Classic Rock and the Hits of Today! Transmission Tower: 300 feet. Television Broadcast Range: Approximately 35 miles under normal conditions, with fringe reception extending to 50 miles. FM reception varies with terrain and receiving equipment. APPROACHING THE STATION      The county road climbs steadily through the surrounding countryside, passing cornfields, scattered farmhouses, and stands of tree...

11 Newkolt 349 AC Arthur looked across the courtyard. Bren had upheld his part of the plan. While Phineas kept the Shock N Awe-atron trained on the nearest Dragonarmy soldiers, Altan, Davaa, Bren, and the rest of his deserters crawled out of the sewer. For a moment, Arthur simply smiled. They were an unlikely group. Under different circumstances, they would have likely been enemies. Arthur stepped toward Granite and Agnes. "You two ready?" He placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "Aye, lad," Granite replied as he readied his warhammer. "Been waitin' long enough." Agnes looked up. Reflections of firelight danced in her eyes. "Let us end this, my knight." Bren touched the ogre's shoulder. "Grumak? The door." The ogre started forward, building speed as he went. Davaa watched him go. "That is the entire plan?" Bren did not look away from the guards.  "For that door? Yes." Phineas adjusted his goggles...