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Loose Connection A Visit From Norm by Bill Price, N3AVY |
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I’d like to share with you my poem about the
rejuvenation of nature: Spring has sprung; the grass has riz—I wonder
where old Normie is? I know his whereabouts because even though I’ve never strung an antenna here in the Old Dominion, Norm has discovered e-mail through his account at work (you didn’t think he’d pay for it, did you?) and now avoids making any long distance calls at all. I can just hear the glee in his heart when he types to me “and it’s free! It’s not even my computer!” Norm, for those of you who don’t know him from previous columns, is a true and great friend. A guy you’d want next to you in a foxhole (if you even know what a foxhole is). And if you could tolerate a little interference to your broadcast radio and TV, he’d make a good neighbor as well—particularly if you’d let him run his guy wires into your yard and if you thought towers were, uh, beautiful to behold. Another reason I know Norm’s present location is that he’s planning his occasional pilgrimage to visit me, my wife, and a lot of his “stuff” that he’s left here for various reasons, mostly that his car is overloaded as he passes through.
We prepare for visitors and guests in
different ways. For instance, when we thought that Princess Margaret was
dropping by (I believe she has horses stabled nearby) we top-dusted
everything, put some fresh gravel over the mud in the driveway, and
vacuumed and fluffed the throw-pillows on the sofa. When Bill Gates was
thinking of coming for a weekend, we cut down all the apple trees to keep
him from getting upset. With Norm, it’s not like that at all. |
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