Chicken Soup

I haven’t been on HF for a few months. All but the dipole antenna has been taken down and all the HF gear, except for a lone Eagle, have been sold off. Solar minimum and my renewed interest in satellites have conspired to make me ignore the high frequencies for a season.

But while digesting the news this morning – Baton Rouge, Minnesota, Dallas – I felt the need to escape from the steady stream of insanity that now regularly attends life in these United States and drink from a different, but familiar well.

As imagined, the bands are dead. The only CW signal I can find on 20 this morning is an automated one, being transmitted from W1AW. But given the circumstances, I closed my eyes and copied the mail for over an hour.

I guess it’s still my chicken soup for the soul.

Author: Jeff Davis