PULL HISTORY'S FINGER
Nothing succeeds like 1966.
Sources at Goodboys Radio Relay League say a new trading stamp scheme is in the wings sure to supercharge GRRL's provocative Grid Squarzappoin' Awards Program.
At last, hams can translate their mad operating skills into valuable merchandise!
While the idea may be older than dirt, GRRL has modernized and streamlined the array of premiums. No more sleeping bags lined with pictures of geese and stuffed with shredded newspaper. No more 10 cup electric percolators with an on-board convenience outlet for your curling iron.
Now it's shack luxury furnishings like disposable operating desk wipes embossed with your callsign, just five books of GRRL Grid Stamps!
Or how about a flashlight that shines blue light anywhere you point it, only ten books! Now enjoy blue light on your waste basket, your cat, your plastic scale model of Dragula! Blue light. It's not just for call letter ON AIR signs any more!
TELL 'EM DASH! SENT YOU
Where the short waves meet the shawarma.
Not only does New York City never sleep, it never stop gnoshing and building radios. If you doubt that, then how do you explain Buzzer Radio Lunch Wagon? Since 1921, just as lower Manhattan's legendary Radio Row was building up a monster head of steam, nutsie-kookoo ham night owls have been haunting this wee hours neighborhood fixture for just what the doctor ordered.
Sure, hamburgers, hot dog, pastrami, Moxie, Nedicks & YooHoo, plus a complete middle eastern menu and that's only the fare you eat and drink!
Somehow, Buzzy jams an entire radio parts supply house into his lunch wagon as well. All the usual Gammatrons, transmitting variable caps and heavy porcelain standoff insulators. But then tucked away behind the pita bread are three different varieties of crystal detector, plus honeycomb Coto-Coils in original boxes, I'm telling you. It's so nuts you gotta go and ask to see his line of modulation transformers in your choice of colors.
Needless to say, Buzzy Buzzer is one in a million and we're delighted to count this Grand Old Ham as as a K1NSS sustaining sponsor. Won't you drop by next time you're Nighthawkin' bright lights big city?
I'm telling you. Again.
SHORTWAVE IS THE NEW VINYL
It's not your crazy uncle's shortwave this time around.
March 2018 comes in with Voice of Rfchokia, that feisty breakaway republic formerly known as South Pottsyl-something or other, unleashing a broad-spectrum media assault beamed directly at North America on the international shortwave bands..
Old shortwave hands poo-poo VOR's strategic plan, to which Rfchokian strongham President Almighty Vlad replied "Your mothers eat skunk cabbage," vowing to pump up the power until Voice of Rfchokia comes in loud and clear on "every filling in your heads.
Perhaps most revolutionary is VOR's launch of direct shortwave TV service, as well as slow scan slide and film strip transmissions, in addition to shortwave radio shows, which VOR officials claim reflect a paradigm shift, from "Happy Station" to "Snappy Station."
TIME TO TAKE OFF THE GLOVES..all thirty of them!
Hams need to recruit more aggressively. Oh sure, amateur radio is enjoying a certain vogue, its turn in the sun, a real uptick in licensing numbers, but let's not become smug, complacent, and think we're so big that we can afford to let that old myth fester in the back of prospects' minds.
Yeah, that silverfish thing.
Don't know how it got started, but if you get a funny look when you bring up ham radio in everyday conversation, well, don't be shocked. If you look at the numbers, more than 80% of Americans between 5 and 85 believe ham radio turns you into a silverfish, or a silverfish-like creature, always scuttling out of sight to do goodness knows what down some godforsaken drain, basement, or crawl space. A full 80% of Americans do not want to become that ham. And this grim statistic can't be allowed to stand, if ham radio is to remain vital.
So deny it. Debunk it. Refuse to acknowledge the 800 pound silverfish in the bathtub, and by refusing, make it not so. Little by little, if hams lock all those arms and legs and present a unified front, we can prevail.