my old ham radio “shack”

Some of my ham radio (amateur radio) equipment from when I was a teenager in the 1970’s.

I didn’t date in high school, so I had to have an absorbing hobby. I still have a valid license. I’ve been careful to keep it renewed for decades, because it would be big trouble to go back and retake all the exams.

The outdoor shot:

The horizontal antenna is a tri-bander for the 10, 15, and 20-meter amateur bands. I used a cheap Radio Shack “Archer Rotor” to turn it that was meant for small TV antennas, so that array turned around very slowly. It would take several minutes to do a 180, yet that motor never burned out.

The vertical antenna is a fiberglass CB (Citizens Band) antenna for the 11-meter band.

The indoor shot:

The radio in the middle with the low profile is a 23-channel CB. Brand is Craig. It would do more than the legal 23 channels after I modded it. Standing up just to the left of it is an Astatic D-104 “power mike” (lollipop shape) microphone that was the envy of CB’ers. It made you sound BIG on the air.

On the right is a Heathkit HW-101 amateur radio that I built from a kit. It contained 20 vacuum tubes. It was for the 80, 40, 20, 15, and 10-meter ham bands. Like the CB, after I modded it, it would do more than that. To the right of it is a Sure 444-D microphone. Nothing really special about it, but you can see one in the TV show “Superstore” in customer service.

Now you can see what happens to frustrated gay closeted teenagers who don’t know what to do about things and can’t tell anybody. They take up complex weird hobbies.

All this was pre-Internet when conventional instant international communication was reserved for well-heeled companies and the wealthy. I talked all over the world on the ham rig. I’d get up at 5 AM on school days so I could “work the USSR” for two hours before school. The cold war communication problems didn’t apply to amateur radio. Everybody talked where they wanted to when the Earth’s atmosphere would support it.

My parents liked that this hobby kept me off the streets and out of trouble. As far as they knew, it did.

love is blue

Love is blue · Paul Mauriat

This song came up on my stream tonight. Always a memory triggered.

1968, I was a child, and my mother and I arrived early to downtown Greensboro for shopping.

I think it was Meyer’s Department Store. We arrived a few minutes before opening, but they let us in anyway.

I didn’t know the name of the song playing in the store, but I knew I liked it and it was on the radio a lot. Love is blue · Paul Mauriat.

The music system was turned up loud, I guess to rev up the store and employees for the day. The store was lit up and glittering, the music was roaring. Beautiful. My mom and I both liked it a lot.

Nice for a song to bring her memory back to me. Today marks her birthday.

time for some soviets

Just arrived. My new old watch from the USSR. Brian finds these things on eBay.

suspicious packages

28 days ago my election influencer kit arrived from the Ukraine.


Today, this one arrives from Krasnodar, Russia. Good stamps!


I’m supposed to take it to the Tiger Mart on Battleground and leave it in the cooler on top of the Klondikes. I hope they don’t mind if a take a couple for my trouble.


It rattles like metal. Might be pipeline parts.

pizza and big greek salad

Vito’s take-out for me. It’s all mine.

ford in cdmx 1978

I’d love to be driving that Ford in Mexico City. 1978.


We got some places to see
I brought all the maps with me
So jump in, it ain’t no sin
Take a ride in my machine


fotografía: El Universal

sotb breakfast

Favorite leisurely breakfast on a day off from work. Mixture of Rice Krispies and Cheerios with soy and honey all in my favorite worn South of the Border mug.

germany in colombia

I was watching a vid of a yummy German in Colombia speaking Spanish like a boss, and I thought, “uh huh, you got a fetish going on. I bet you got those direct and indirect objects down in a single night.” 🤣

greta

“Greta ” is popular in the USA because America loves a scolding child.

pollo frito

Chicken white combo at Smithfield.

Perfect presentation.