Has been a nothing day. Nothing worth a crap. Transmitter in the mail. Hopes of quality. Hopes of good signal distance and sound. Stems from real communication needs and sharing desire. Line loss, no affordable solution as of the next months. Frequency determined (guess anyhow) for now. Antenna up in the tree. Please do not fall, antenna. Community dreams that will never realize. Late night broadcasting reaching out to anyone as lonely as me. Dreams of being a helping voice to anyone. Especially the harassed and distraught. Knowing hardly anyone listens to radio anymore. Help me help. Let there be goodness of purpose. Beg of thee.