Well I got my batteries and my K2 and thought I would head
over this year for a low key effort at the Sarnoff Radio Club.
The only operating I did was calling LOOONNNGGGG
distance on the big white telephone with the worst case
of food poisoning I have ever had (including one that
dang near killed me when Montezuma got mad with me).
Three days later, and 15 pounds lighter (that means only
about sixty to go) I have enough strength to type this
letter. WHEW. I would not wish this on my worst enemy.
I am enjoying reading of your exploits however. Thanks
for sharing them and the pictures.