We are between rain showers as my weekend is quietly winding down. I'm
notching states off my list and the traditional QSL return rate is
looking pretty good. My self addressed stamped envelopes stand out in
the mail. I guess writing a letter is really part of my personal past
because I cannot remember the last time one was written or received.
I'm living in the age of right now communications.
I have to comment that little romance remains when emailing because
one does not receive a perfumed or sealed with a kiss or cleverly
decorated envelope anymore. An email stares at me through the glow of
my computer screen without any creative attributes as suggested in
one's personally crafted letter.
However if receiving a traditional QSL card is the last refuge against
an ever increasing digital world then I accept. There is so little
mail in the box with personal relevance. I'm either paying something
or asked to pay something or borrow something. My mailbox reflects the
digital that is cold and mechanical. Frankly, I'm noting a significant
decline in personal email perhaps reflecting the rise of social
I enjoyed a few hours in front of the boom microphone this weekend.
One more DXCC entity was confirmed and I filled out another batch of
traditional QSL cards for mailing. Radio Dawg, on the other hand, is
taking a snooze next to me while composing my post and I'm having fun
with the Echolink application.
73 from the anywhere, anytime shack.