CQ, CQ, CQ…Hopewell?
Tonight, for the first time in months, I got on the ham radio, calling CQ on the 40-meter band.
My second contact was “Bob.”
In a flash, my buddy Milton (sitting with me) looked up Bob’s call sign on his computer, and started laughing hysterically.
“You’re not going to believe this,” he said. “This guy’s in Hopewell!”
My oh my.
How is it that I can transmit a 100-watt signal through a magnificent antenna strung up high in the trees; a signal with the capacity to bounce off the ionosphere and travel all the way around the world, and I end up to talking to Hopewell?
Fortunately, Bob from Hopewell was a very pleasant fellow and we had a lovely chat.
He asked me if I was familiar with the many older homes in Hopewell. I told him that I was! And I suggested he check out my website.
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