I’ve been selling it this way: the ones that ain’t on-air, . . we needn’t care.
Google gonna save ‘em!
Forgoing a tool with amazing properties for those who’s parents dropped them in front of a TV is par.
Nothing real unless a paid spokesman on Facebook or Fox tells them it’s daylight at 0130.
Suspect the neighbor of calumny, but wrap yo arms roun’ Orpah!
It’s fun to talk the subject. They think “I know what this is” (and don’t).
— A citizen without a Citizen Band Radio? (Contradiction).
1). Have a cheap radio and a Lil Will.
Demonstrate.
2). Then start the engine and slowly ease the Big Iron on-line.
— At a campground, it’s more impressive with a base antenna. (Do a good job of hiding that in the trees).
Put up a sign at the camp office.
“CH 7 at Seven”.
— What’s out there to hear, and how I might foster a little fun (the right kind) is a study in camaraderie.
Be persistent. (Ignore the boors.)
I asked advice on IH40 as it crosses IH35 in OKC this morning. Atop the flyover to go north. (Man, I was nationwide from up there).
Trying to find a radio supply house (“Hey all you OKC Big Radio’s”). Dr Bob got me to thinking, and via the Edmond OK HAM Club I found a guy who’ll make me a pair of jumpers (didn’t have adaptors).
Internet search last night (and all day the day before) rendered NADA from Houston to San Antonio to Del Rio then north.
OKC was lively all day. So was Tulsa.
Coaxman will meet me a mile from his home where I can park the big rig after I load in Joplin and start west, hammer-down.
Mini-UHF (Male) to SO-239. Gonna make the factory mounts sing Verdi with Super-Whack-Pack’m-Coax’m.
I’ve not ever made a request on-air folks don’t try to help.
If no one answers another guys question, I key up just to give him a 20 on his TX. Let him know he’s heard.
Just one guy gets the ball rolling, and purty soon the stands start to fill and the game announcer is introducing the players.
I know Eldorado828 is familiar with that phenomenon. As are other drivers.
Encourage the guy who’s trying. Many do try. Just not practiced at an opening.
It’s your needs-a-neck-shave nephew emerging from sisters basement first time since 2012.
One of our sons.
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