“Fine, it sounds simple.”
“Not for Fitzburger. Last week he was dinking around with the patch panel and unplugged the feed and dumped the opera. Then he forgot what input he was supposed to plug it back into—even though it was clearly labeled on the panel—panicked, and then called me at home. It took him twenty minutes of screwing around until he got the opera back on the air. Mr. Burns wanted his head on a stick!”
“Oh, don’t you worry, Ron, I’ll take care of it.”
“Great. Talk at you later.”
That evening, everything was straight and level in the WSIU control room. Richard Strauss’ Der Rosenkavalier boomed out of the monitor speaker on top of the rack in front of me, and although it was one of my favorite operas, I couldn’t concentrate on it because I was sitting in a whirring, hu
