It's like a disease.
Okay, maybe I can compromise…a Quigley Sharps? Two 1860 Conversions in .44 Colt & Russian???
Admit it…the conversions are sweet. Unfortunately for cowboy shooters, the Great Master of conversions, Bob Munden, has gone on to work on more important projects.
Okay, so the history of arms of the Civil War, Union and Confederate, in 22 minutes, each...
So, instead, I'm sitting in a nice chair watching FREQUENCY, a movie that I know for a fact will make me cry. It's a father/son thing, I guess. Or looking at that old HeathKit transceiver. It reminds me of the first test when I got my Novice Amateur Radio License. I remember sitting at the big oak table in my parent's small dining room, a local ham administering my test. I was maybe 12, 13 years old, scared spitless. An uncle taught me Morse code, how to tap out code with your fingers on your leg when you're in in a car…see a billboard, tap it out on your leg...I still do that….don't even think about it…driving down the highway, tapping out billboards on my leg.
I aced the test, became WN4WXG, later WD4DCD, finally N2AWX. Which I still am. Maybe N2AWX/0, more correctly, here at the Secret Hidden Bunker II. I'm thinking I might have a station on the air by summer, if I get a little time. Something on my list to do.
The father/son thing is hard (as is, I suspect, the mother/daughter thing). I suspect all of us, or most of us, have a conversation with our father that we wished we'd had, a chance to explain everything to set everything right. Never works that way, though. Anyway, watch FREQUENCY. You might like it.