I found this in some of my old files – Ham Radio related but also a life thought….
” The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings.Perhaps it’s the quiet solitude that comes with being the first torise, or maybe it’s the unbounded joy of not having to be at work.Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are mostenjoyable. A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement ham-shack with asteaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other.What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of thoselessons that life seems to hand you from time to time.Let me tell you about it.
I turned the dial up into the phone portion