Long, long, ago, in a galaxy far, far away, for one entire winter I used to
chat with Paul every tuesday night, the navigator on board a NORAD bomber,
loitering somewhere to the north of Michigan near the arctic pole... He, of
course, could not tell me where he was I knew enough not to ask, but by
switching antennas I knew the direction... He was one bored puppy stuck on
an 18 hour ride, several times a week...
denny

"Jay Honeck" wrote Apples and oranges. As
fascinating as ham radio can be, it ain't flying.