A Dish 500 is required to receive local channels on Dish Network.
Well, I dunno, but I have only a lowly 301, and I get the local channels just fine, thank you, AND with excellent picture quality, I must add.
Here's my story. Last year my wife Jessie went into the hospital for a serious, but eminently survivable operation. I'm not a huge TV type guy, but I went out and got a big screen, HDTV capable box and subscribed to a $9.99/month Dish Network promotion, in anticipation of her at home recovery period. The equipment was free, but I had to do the installation myself.
Jessie never came home from the hospital, and I never bothered with the installation -- there were many things I didn't give one good goddamn fusk about.
Still, I was locked into a one year contract, and when it was up just recently, I called to cancel. Instead, they offered me free installation, 3 free months, free local channes, and one free month of HBO. I accepted. No free blowjob, though -- the stingy bastards!
The picture quality is stunningly good. It far surpasses the piss poor Comcast digital signal so many of my friends "enjoy".
The American Way: On a side note, DN subcontracted the installation out to some local concern, who in turn sent out a poor bastard "piece work" independent contratctor from the Czech republic -- a guy with an Isuzu pickup, a ladder, some tools, and a dream.
He called first. He was under the impression that he here to troubleshoot a repair. "Nope, installation", I infromed him, so he made sure to pack ALL his wrenches. Nevertheless, when he was here, he still had to borrow some of mine.
When he came, he complained that they were only paying him $45 for a repair, not the $75 for a full install.
"Welcome to America", I replied.
Too many trees. I have too many trees in the satellite line of sight. So, he first tried to put the dish on an old, unused telephone pole in my back yard that probably dates from the 1930's and practically screams "Works Progress Administration"! Electricity, it's the brand new buzz.
That install was a no-go. No signal, no cry. Alex, (his name was Alex) wanted to give up, but then he wouldn't get paid at all. We eventually strapped it to a tree even further from my house. The poor bastard was here, working hard, almost 6 hours in all.
All this was in 95 plus degree weather, with high humidity. At first, I was sliding him juice of all kinds. At the end, with triumph in sight, it was beer, each of which he would drink standing up in my kitchen in a straight 15 seconds or less. And I drink good beer, none of that Bud Light crapola.
Alex. He was diligent, intelligent, and hard working, so I did what I could to help. At first on the tree, there was a margial signal, which was hampered by some of the tree branches. So there I was, at the very top of his ladder, leaning way over, WHOA, and lunging at branches with my semi rusty saw.
"No, no, Mr. Perkins, I do that", said Alex. Hey, sport, go hydrate yourself first.
The signal did not want to come, but it had no choice. There were two of us.
Alex called me up yesterday, and left his cell number and the following solemn vow: If anything ever went wrong with my signal, he would come out and fix it for free.