A lot has been made, over the years, about the nature of sports and why people keep on watching the game. Nothing much changes year to year save some names on a roster. The well being of mankind isn’t materially affected by a game or a seasons outcome. Some attribution can be laid to resolution: that is, a conflict or contest is resolved in a modicum of time, whereas most things in life take interminable lengths of time to resolve anything. There is something to be said for an activity that has a beginning, a middle and an end all contained within three or four hours or perhaps a day or more. I believe this translates into what some would call a diversion. Why then a multi year affinity to follow radio tinkering? Certainly there are no reasonable and easily defined diversions save an occasional contest. For most of us there lives a deeper interest than just a contest or two. What is it then that keeps people coming back? The diversity of interest? The ability to sip, in small doses, an avocation that can be bitten and chewed in small bites? An avocation that takes us someplace while avoiding the stretch of personal resources to beyond the breaking point as would occur for most of us to actually go far away? I don’t worry about this very much except sometimes I find myself wondering why I keep coming back. Some days it seems all so, well- very old fashioned. Whats the point? We’re not doing rocket science here are we? Or are we?
We may just be doing personal rocket science. Let me explain before you run off the Internet. Personal rocket science is a form of problem solving no? It is for me. Just as calculating batting averages in ones head and keeping statistics on seasonal games and individual performances is one fellows cup-o-joe and satisfies some inner craving, so does small or large undertakings in the construction of a radio station that plays well or a trip that excites ones soul. Just as a rocket actually working as expected yields a thrill or one blowing up on the launch pad gives up its secrets to someone dissecting the root cause for failure, others find solace in a skewed path propagation or a surprise response from an unexpectedly rare place to a midnight CQ. It is all an adventure, and an adventure with myriad surprises. Such activities feed the soul through satisfying ones curious nature. For me it is as effective as a satisfying occupation or doing volunteer work for a local community. In fact this avocations serves all of those needs if the occasion should arise. Projects, learning, meeting diverse people and traveling if only in ones own mind. Its been a hoot. A hoot I hope to share with others. It has taken me to meet a whole spectrum of people I would otherwise never have met. It lets me solve problems that stir my curious nature. Yes, it has all been for the love of the game.
Today, my middle daughter gave birth to her fourth child. A boy named Noah Reed Wade arrived 10:50 on Saturday February 13th 2010. Congratulations to one and all! May all of your children be curious and drive their parents round the bend. 🙂
Thanks for reading my Blog. Best, Chas W5PG