An interest in psychology because I've always wondered why little kids do what they do. I was a kid once and I still don't understand.
This post was edited by Zack at February 17, 2017 10:51 PM MST
That leaves a question hanging... and it hangs no longer. Thanks for the clarification. It's totally understandable.
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at February 17, 2017 9:06 PM MST
No ... you send an radio operator out and he has to transmit every few minutes and then the rest of the radio operators try to find him by using their radio signal meters. He's the "rabbit."
DX4Life is probably his handle (what he called himself on the radio). (DX is long distance)
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at September 14, 2017 12:30 AM MDT
DXing is picking up and broadcasting farther than normal radio signals. Some people do it to collect QSL cards. They are just confirmations that someone picked you up and where they are, what time, how long, and frequency. You know went deep down the whole when you start DXing.
It took me a minute, but I'm pretty sure I know what you're talking about. Yes, the club did and the kids did. My daughter was really good on the radio and was the one that talked me into trying SSB. She wound up with a Novice license, but I never got into the more elite side of radio.
Nothing lately, our baby turned a big 50 on the 15th. We did a lot of family oriented games back in the day.
This post was edited by Beans/SilentGeneration at February 18, 2017 6:05 AM MST
Dear Didge, The best I was ever able to come up with as far as children was a god daughter, whom I love dearly and who yes she definitely taught me all sorts of wonderful things...
You have NO idea how delightful Pokémon is, until a youngster shows you the ropes...and have you ever gone to the river and collected rocks? For the express purpose of painting beautiful pictures on them? (And of course you fall in the river in the process, and it was January, and the river was coming out of the glacier anyway...so we had to built a fire to thaw ourselves out...)
Oh, and you have not lived until you go to Bellingham Bay and get stuck in the mud at low tide making your way out to the wrecked red tugboat there...yes, it was a joy to go through a second childhood at the age of sixty-something, with this young one...
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at February 18, 2017 6:35 AM MST