Signal goes online... Cap is excited
and Balls is Balls in the adventure...

So here is our periodic tale... Starring one juggler and one small bear who began with the original Yaguina Bay Signal, in 1908. Obviously, they've outlasted George Burns and Gracie Allen for a couple of different reasons and in a couple of different ways. Even lovable Cap, who loved Gracie Allen, never cared much for George Burns. But then he never shed a tear over the demise of Elvis Presley or John Lennon either. He wept when Everett Dirksen died, and when Nat King Cole died, and when Jack Benny died. Strange bird, or bear, that Cap.

As the curtain lifts we hear Cap weaving Balls into a one act play, interactively...

CAP: Say Balls, as Show Biz goes, how do you like being out on the Net instead if having it under you?

BALLS: It's all the same to me, Cap.

CAP: All the same? Technology and information access is changing faster than anyone could have ever imagined, even a year or two ago.

BALLS: It's all the same to me, Cap. "Garbage in, garbage out!" Isn't that what they say?

CAP: Get progressive, Balls! There is the prospect of more than 500 television channels in our immediate future; CD-ROMs to play and hear; faster than lightning personal computers for half the price of an old junk car. And doing business on the Internet promises to save more time than a microwave oven.

BALLS: Junk cars. Junk music. Junk games. You put the bread in and it comes out toast. That's all I need to know about technology, Cap. And speaking of time and now that we have so much of it to save, I can remember when there was a bakery on the corner of what is now Highway 101 and Alder (in Newport), and across the street from the fairgrounds (in Gold Beach). And I can remember when jazz was Progressive.

CAP: Say Balls, your toast is ready...