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K3EE

Then did you get back into ham radio?

Well, because of the location, the SB101 wasn't working out too well, so by the early 80's I had pretty much dropped out of ham. Then in 1985, Denise gave me an ICOM 3200A radio for my birthday.  This got K3EE back on the air, on the 2 meter ham band. Denise and I joined the Anne Arundel Amateur Radio Club in Davidsonville and I became much more active in ham radio. 

In the summer of 1988, Denise and I moved to Crystal City, Virginia. We selected an apartment on the very top floor – the 12th - just so I could operate ham radio.   For a few years I operated on two meters and 220 Mhz using the ICOM 3200A and an old crystal controlled 2 meter radio to work the local repeaters.

This station was in a small bedroom, which faced west. We also used that room as the TV room, with the big RCA TV against the far wall. The ham radio antenna was in the large glass window. It hit all the repeaters very well. But, when I pushed the mike button while the TV was on there was a terrible arcing of sparks from the TV. The RF from the ham transmitter had caused the TV High Voltage power supply to arc over. I had to lug the TV down to the car and drive it to the repair shop in Laurel. Cost $150. Then I put a metal window screen across the windows and put the ham antenna outside the window and everything was OK.

Out of the other bedroom in that apartment I set up a little Scout HF radio. I wedged a car battery, a power supply, and the radio into an 18" space between two bookcases. From there I ran the antenna cable out the window and over to the adjacent balcony where we grew four Japanese cherry trees in big pots. I strung a 20 meter dipole antenna across the tops of the trees and it worked real well. Now I could work DX on the HF bands.

One day, on 20 m., I heard some hams talking about my old friend Bill, W2DLP. I broke in to say that I knew him and the next day or so Bill and I talked for the first time in a decade or so. He was in Florida. Since that day, we have talked just about daily. Now, when Bill makes his semiannual trip between his winter place in New Jersey and his summer place in Florida, he stops off for a week here at the dome.