Like the title says, what year and why did you get into the Radio Hobby?
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1968 (age 12). I started out talking to a friend of mine when I lived in Groton CT. His house was behind ours and set up our analog system (2 coffee cans and a whole bunch of string). We moved to Enfield CT the next year (1967) and my dad bought a simple shortwave radio kit (nothing big, maybe 2 tubes - and no case). He taught me how to solder correctly and follow a schematic (and instructions), so every night when he came home from work, I'd get him to look at what I'd done during the day. Once we set it up and added a wire antenna I found that I'd hear a lot of CB talking when I had the dial up near 30MHz and even down below 15MHz (it wasn't the best for rejection). I learned soon after that I was picking up strong, nearby stations. My dad recognized the loudest (the "Bald Eagle") who was security for the local lumber yard that was about 100ft from our house. The Bald Eagle lived in a house provided by the lumber yard approximately 300ft from our house, and another guy "The Joker" who was about 400' from out house. He let his daughter talk on the radio and recognized her voice as being in the same grade as mine.
So I started begging for a walkie-talkie (Archer Space Patrol) but my dad bought a set of Juliette handhelds. The were actually better (2 channels) but didn't have the cool factor that the Space Patrols had. So I spent more time listening. It didn't matter what channel the others were on - my walkie-talkie heard all of 'em as clear as someone on the actual channel I was listening to. During summer break I began my campaign to get a real CB by dropping some heavy handed hints ("Dad, this would be my greatest Christmas gift ever").
School started after labor day and I stepped up the hints and direct requests. They had an answer for me this time: If I got a good report card before Christmas they would buy me a radio. The report card before Christmas wasn't to good, so my mom said that the radio was scratched off the list. What a bummer....
Christmas day came and after all the presents were opened I was kinda testy because there wasn't a CB radio in any of them. After the obligatory Christmas pictured had been taken I headed up stairs to my bedroom. Now we get into "A Christmas Story" mode. My mom said to my dad, "hey! what's that behind the tree, sticking out from behind the couch?" my dad said he didn't know but he'd take a look. "It's a present with a tag which has Brian's name on it". I was on the landing between the first set of stairs and the second set when I heard that, and came back down, two steps at a time.
My dad handed me the box, which was pretty heavy, and even though my heart was beating rapidly I was determined not to give them the satisfaction of a smile. When I opened it the box I found a used Lafayette Comstat 23 with the original hand mic. I recognized it immediately as being the Joker's radio as he let me come over after school with some friends from school, and even let us talk on it. So I knew every scratch/blemish his radio had. Dad told me he was selling it for a good price because he wanted to buy a Tram base station (either the Titan or Titan II), and he gave my dad a good price for it.
So I took the radio upstairs to my bedroom, now called "my shack" and asked my dad about coax and some sort of antenna. He took me to the garage and showed me a brand new Antenna Specialist ground plane and 50' of RG8 coax. When we get some better weather we can set it up, he said, adding the fact that until he received his license I couldn't talk on it anyway. Towards the end of January the license (KDU-5960) arrived, along with a week of warmer weather and we put the antenna up on the 3rd story of the house, and ran the coax into my bedr...er shack.
In the next 4 years he became my banker and helped me buy my first sideband radio, Midland's 13-880b. I worked a variety of chores, like snow shoveling for the neighbors to help pay him back. When 1974 came around, we'd assembled a group of six other teens with sideband radios, virtually stopped using AM,
and it was one of the best times of my life.