I arrived home late last night after my long drive down South. Crossed the Mississippi river six times this week. Three times on the way down and three on the way back. Put nearly 2,000 miles on a rental car in four days.

Every few hours of the trip I spent a moment scanning the AM and FM broadcast bands for music. All I found were religious stations shouting about the “end of world” and 24/7 political talk radio. It explains a lot about what ails America.

Since I wasn’t certain when I would return home, I made no plans for Field Day.

I expect to jump in the fray late tonight operating ‘1-D’ from the shack. My favorite part of the event is staying up past midnight local time when stations on the West coast start rolling in on 80 meters. That’s when the real fun begins!