Here's a story I would tell if asked what I did in the past that I wouldn't do now.
Television broadcast stations can be contentious places. While every industry has lots of egos spread about, I think broadcasting, all of media today, has a higher density of them than most. Often there was, and still is a lot of infighting between departments in many facilities. Coming from the engineering end of the business, we historically could be difficult to deal with. Many outside of engineering thought we often were obstructionist, and sometimes even too condisending. Early on, mainly because technology was a lot less stable than it is today engineers were the gatekeepers of what made it to air.
Into the 80s it took some technical knowledge simply to playback a video recording.
Studio cameras had to be set up daily. Many facilities actually set them up with every shift change. There were dozens of knobs on both VTRs and cameras to produce decent video. No, it wasn't because this gear was sophisticated. Just the opposite.
If todays equipment is the equivilent of a graduate with advanced degrees, equipment when I started was in the third grade.
What changed? Starting with the basic electronics. Components became much more stable in operation, and technology, namely semiconductor advancements, first with more stable transistors and then ICs allow more complex circuitry to occupy less space. That means you can fit more circuitry, at lower costs into a given piece of gear. This allowed for more feedback and circuit self correction through the 60s, and 70s. Than in the 80s microprocessors hit. This made more self‐aware and stable systems. The dozens of knobs were no longer needed. A human wasn't required to continually tweak circuitry into peak performance. Now hardware and software would make the adjustments necessary to stay in peak performance.
You no longer needed a technical background to operate most gear. Engineering departments evolved from people with vocational electronic education, a smattering of people with four year engineering degrees. These 'technicians' began to be replaced with folks that became known as "operators," as they operated the equipment with little technical knowledge about how the gear worked, just knowledge of its operation. Cars no longer needed mechanics to take a trip.
So engineering departments went from technicains only to both techs and operators. Some stations split the operators out from the engineering department, and segragated them to what many called production departments. Usually there were many more operators than techs, as techs now only did what actually required some technical knowledge.
The bottom line is that this split of what was a single department usually meant that now there was contention between those two groups. Usually the larger divide, sometimes a "grand canyon" carvass was between engineering and news departments.
Now, engineers often made enemies when they didn't need to. But, the same situations were often hosted by news departments. For more on this, see the egg "Hanging out in the newsroom."
Now on to the story listed above. It was a station with the usual rancor between engineering, operations, and news. This is an example that the right situation can bring people together and have some fun to honor someone.
The year was 1988. The ABC affiliate in Cleveland, Ohio.
I have a friend who started a little after me at this station. He was an engineer at another station in town and came here for a little more excitement. The station he was at did not do much in the way of local news and production. At his new station, they did a couple of live shows every day and many hours of news. Besides having a bunch of ENG news vans, they also had a Ku-band satellite uplink truck. He loved TV on the road, and that was what he aimed to get involved with. But they hired him as a part-time engineer and to fill in at master control. This is the release point for the stream of programming and content that goes to air. He still managed to position himself to do many "remotes" when he wasn't tethered to master control. He eventually became the station's chief engineer. Then, he managed the engineering department of the local Fox affiliate.
This friend was getting married. A couple of us, I was the ringleader, decided to throw him a surprise bachelor party. But how to make it a surprise? It was decided to have it at a station watering hole, "The Factory." The name was fitting as it was in an old factory. It made sense since it was only a mile from the station and had a large room in the back that could be reserved. But we needed a justification to get him to the bar where everyone would be waiting. Turns out my friend was popular across a number of the departments. Most importantly the news department.
A number of people in operations, news, and engineering discussed how to lure him to the bar by himself. Someone suggested a fake news (maybe we helped invent that term) story. But what? I don't remember who, but someone hit on an idea that took on a life of its own. It involved a story that would happen behind the party. The Factory had a set of train tracks behind it.
It was decided that the 'story' would be that a train had derailed with much carnage and chaos. It was arranged for him to have to fill in at master control that day, as that was within earshot of the satellite and microwave coordination desk. The station's news staff completely accepted the duplicity.
At about 3:00 p.m., we used a frequency we thought was unused. The assignment desk then began sending fake radio messages, that could also be heard at master control. The microwave and satellite operators responded in kind. The first truck seemed to be sent, followed by the second. Then a Sat truck was called on to head to the site. Additional photographers seemed to be dispatched out to the nonexistent disaster. None of this activity, outside of the fake radio traffic, was occurring.
My friend phoned the ops manager to ask if he could help at the site when he was sprung from master. He was told he could head out but not until his relief had shown up. He was scheduled to be at master until 4:00 p.m. But, unbeknownst to him, we arranged to intercept his 4:00 p.m. replacement and keep that person out of the master control area. Poor kid, fairly new, as he got close to the tech center, a couple of us intercepted him and took him to his supervisor’s office, where we told him to hang out until further notice.
So 4:00 came and went with no sign of his replacement. I don't think I’ve ever seen someone pace as much in master control before. Finally, at about 5:00 p.m., his replacement meekly showed up. By then, he was spitting fire. But, he was so eager to leave that he just told his relief they'd talk later.
It was about then that we realized we had someone half crazed in getting to the story and that we were going to have to exert some braking on his actions. I quickly made sure that I had the keys to the vehicle he was going in and that I said I would drive. It was an old, beat-up news truck used only for hauling stuff.
I ran ahead to the exit and with the help of a couple others, as he passed, we stopped him and said they needed some more equipment at the site. We proceeded to hand him miscellaneous cables, many without any connectors on them. We also loaded him up with old, unused test equipment, a camera no one had used in years, and even a garden hose. Oh yeah, and a bucket. He paid no attention to the crap he was now loaded down with. He sat in the passenger's seat and stared ahead the whole short trip to the gathering place. His jaw set, showing his anticipation.
All this time we had a photographer acting like he was tagging along to get a lift to the site. In reality he was videotaping our trip.
We arrived. I told him twice to take the 'needed' stuff. The quickest way to the site was through the bar's front door, one he'd visited many times. He sensed none of the setup. A photog stationed himself where we parked. He wanted to capture our bachelors sprint into the bar, where many of his colleagues were already. He ran past them to the back of the barroom, looking for a back exit to the 'story.' He found none. Then, he turned to a room full of laughter. He finally realized that he had been had.
Later, we learned another station must have been monitoring our radio. They spent some time trying to find the 'story.' They wondered if we had lost our minds. Luckily, that station's news director had a sense of humor. She was amazed at how many parts of the facility could come together to pull that off. If someone had reported our fake radio traffic to the FCC, we could have faced a world of hurt.