Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
So, This Is No Shit, There I Was, Fighting Disease And Saving Lives…., well, I was off duty, and rolling through household chores. This was years and years ago, and TDW-Mark I was in RN school, and so I was up to bat with the kids, with dinner, with laundry, and all the other stuff that goes along with running a household.
My mother had presented me with a book of household recipes, and it did indeed include several of my very favorites. I had turned to it frequently over the years, but, in our recent move across The Un Named Flyover State, it had become misplaced.
I had asked her about it, had searched for it, and all to no avail.
So, on this particular evening, she was in class, and I was searching for one particular pan in order to cook whatever it was that she and I had agreed was to be tonight’s repast. As I searched in the recesses of one cabinet after another, I happened to see THE COOKBOOK.
TDW-Mark One had teased me about that book, suggesting that I cared more for that book than I did her. So, having found it, and, kids fed and cores completed, I figured that I would give her a “Found the cookbook of Saint Mother!” welcome home.
I set it on one of those book reading stands, on the kitchen table. I arrayed candles about it, and dimmed all the lights. Once I saw the headlights from her car enter the driveway, I lit all the candles, and prostrated myself before it, as if worship.
She entered the door, calling for me. She glimpsed me on the floor, kneeling as if in prayer, and dropped her school stuff, asking me what I though tI was doing?
“Sweetie, I found Mom’s cookbook, and am simply providing it the veneration it deserves!”
I was on vacation, early last year, and saw a t shirt, with the Warner Brother’s logo, and the script, above and below the shield, admonishing the reader, “If ya see da poleece, WARN-A-BRUTHA!”
The other day, I was watching our grease board, where the registrars enter each patient’s name, and a summary of their complaint. I was (unpleasantly) surprised to note one fresh entry, asserting that the named patient, an infant, had “difficulty breathing”.
I directed my MA to go see that patient, and assess this complaint.
He promptly entered one of the exam rooms with this child, obtaining vital signs, and telling me, “Reltney, I think you want to see this kid, next!”
I entered to see an infant, with audible rhonchi (coarse breath sounds). The heartrate wasn’t awful, the respiratory rate was sort of elevated, and the oxygen was 94 %. Not perfect, but OK. This child was retracting wherein the skin beneath the lower margin of the ribs was being drawn in, a little, with each inspiration. We administered a breathing treatment, in hopes of resolution of the rhonchi, and less effort of breathing.
After the treatment, the rhonchi had improved, just a little, and the retractions might have maybe, sort of, kinda improved. I asked the parents to hold on a while, to see how the child progressed.
I rechecked in another ten minutes, and the retractions had definitely gotten worse. Vitals were still not awful, but one of the principles of treating children is that they generally tend to do OK when ill, until, abruptly, they do not. I was concerned that this child was running out of steam, and approaching a crash. So, I called ED, gave report, and sent the child over.
Subsequently, I was talking to the registrar supervisor, and told the story with which I started this story. I amended it to read, “If you or the mother think that the child is sick, warn a brotha!”
And, in this scenario, my pale ass is the “Brutha” in question.
TDW-Mark II and I are amateur radio operators. A couple of weeks ago, we heard one of our small town’s EMS units dispatched to a “woman fell and injured her face” call.
We listen to Fire/EMS dispatch, because it provides an insight into the events of our town, and perhaps distant early warning of spicy times.
In any event, the crew called on the scene, and, very (VERY!) shortly later, got back on the radio, requesting police.
Dispatch inquired, “On the double?”, and the medic replied, “Yes, on the double”.
They next called for another ambulance, and the fire department for manpower. Soon, we heard fire crews negotiating an entry, and one of the medic units transporting one to The Local Trauma Center, as a priority.
That assemblage of folks, all volunteers except the police (the medics get paid so little, that they might as well be volunteers!) led me to contemplate Duty, and the mindset of those who run toward the sound of trouble.
May I present a rerun? Here is the original post from 2019, and a link to the website entry that inspired me.
Why do MEN (and, nowadays, more and frequently, WOMEN) willingly go in harm’s way?
Why do folks bunker up, suit up, gun up, whatever, and run toward the sounds of trouble?
Counter Jockey has gunned up, and sought out the source of those sounds. As have thousands and thousands of others.
Yesterday was The Eleventh of September in the Year of Our lord 2019. Eighteen years ago, 343 members of the FDNY died, doing their duty. 60 police officers lost their lives. 8 EMS personnel died, not employees of the City of New York.
They died attempting to save some of the 2977 people who would wind up dying that day.
“Duty” is the simple answer, and we all are, or ought to be, thankful for our neighbors who see their duty, accept their duty, and pursue their duty.
But what makes someone see such a thing as “My duty”?
What makes someone say, “So help me God.” ? Those who have so sworn, know. Someone has to stare down predators, and say, in effect, “You stop, right here, right now.” Someone has to stand, and hold that line. Otherwise, the dependents behind those stalwarts will lie vulnerable to the heartless. And, those who have selected Duty, will not allow that.
343 members of the FDNY died, that beautiful autumn day, doing their duty. What sort of folks run into a burning building, a building which had already been sized up be one of their own with the prediction, “Some of us are gonna die, today”?
So, here’s what I leave you all with. Look for your duty. Do your duty. try not to flinch, try not to step back. Because, you, and I, all of us, are standing in the shadows of Great People. Imagine, if you will, that they are cheering us on, looking over our shoulders, and expecting that we will not falter. Because, they have left us a legacy of honor, of Duty, of doing their jobs, that make it possible for all of us to be here, today, to have the opportunities that we enjoy. Let us not let them down.
Regarding that day an entire generation ago, let us tell of the Heroes who raced into a building, knowing it was to collapse. Let us tell our children of the Heroes, civilians all, who sacrificed their own lives, that others would not die at the hands of the heartless. Let us tell each other of the Heroes who dwell among us, unknown to us, perhaps unknown to themselves, who will rise up to the demands they face, and risk all to save another. Let us measure ourselves against them, and be grateful they dwell among us. Let us hope we can measure up, should our time come. God Bless those who stand in harm’s way, on our behalf.
Thank you for the article and links Reltney McFee I’ve read it several times and will go through it again to make notes soon. I appreciate you sharing your experience and advice.
I’m building a few kits as Christmas presents this year. Are there any supplies you recommend added for a family that has a 1-2 year old?
Thank you for reading. Outstanding question! With regard to families that have toddlers (or infants), my first pass suggestions would sound very much like, “What did you want on your last camping trip, that you did not have?” along with, “what sort of comfort item does your child love?”
If I were to add to that, I would look to my own “Grand Kids Are Here: What Might I Need RFN?” (GKAHWMINRFN) supplies. Now, remember, I’ve been a paramedic, paramedic instructor, ED Registered Nurse, and mid level provider since Jimmeh Cahteh was the HMFIC (OK: President).
On the top of my “GKAHWMINRFN” bag is a pediatric BVM (Bag-Valve-Mask: commonly referred to as if they were all branded as Ambu Bags). You might be happy with a pediatric sized rescue breathing mask of some sort, or, easier to pack, mastery of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Near the top would be comfort items, so as to both distract the child, as well as help the child “buy in” to the procedures to be performed. Blankets, pacifiers, stuffed animals: whatever floats the child’s boat.
Remember that children, particularly infants and toddlers, are NOT simply pint sized adults. Due to differences in body surface area, kidney function, maturity of their livers and other factors, they may metabolize medications quite differently from adults. So, just slapping some QuikClot on Little Johnnie’s wound may be a problem. OTOH, here is what I did find in a reference that I use, myself, clinically every day:
That means, better bleeding control. THAT suggests that a kaolin-impregnated sponge (QuikClot), at least, is not inappropriate for use on bleeding in children that is not otherwise controllable by dressing, direct pressure, and (in extremis) tourniquet-ting. So, small (2×2, 3×3) dressings impregnated with QuikClot appear to be reasonable.
Splinting materials for fingers, limbs, or whatever, are going to be a challenge, both because children do not, as a rule, comprehend the entire “lay still while I splint you” thing, nor the bit about “do not wiggle about, you will work you way out of this splint, and your injured (whatever) will hurt, and be injured further.” So, however much tape or gauze you THINK that you will need, you are wrong, and will require considerably more than you guessed. Unless, of course, you have made it a habit to secure IV armboards to infants and toddlers, several times a day, for the past several years. If you have done so, and done so successfully, please tell me when/where your classes will be, and save me a seat.
Another tangent from adult IFAK/Jump Bag/Holy Fertilizer kits, and child directed emergency care, is that children will both dehydrate, as well as become hypothermic way, way more rapidly than adults, and, once they have burned through their reserves, will crash and burn, often irretrievably. The axiom is that children generally do OK with their injuries, until they don’t. And, when they don’t, they crash biggly. Adults generally slowly decline, until they die. Therefore, measures to protect a child from heat loss are important. That means blankets and knit caps in appropriate sizes. The foil “emergency blankets” are a mixed bag: they are not going to get saturated in whatever bodily fluid is present (good thing), but they are not going to trap heat in a maze of air pockets formed by a Mark 1, Mod Ø fuzzy/fleece/wool blanket. (and you will notice the difference). Select thoughtfully.
Another feature of kid injuries, particularly infants and toddlers, is that they are top heavy. Their heads are a greater proportion of their body weight than adults, and that means that their initial point of impact may be more likely to be their heads, than their hands/wrists/forearms. Therefore, when you are in the hot seat, you need to be suspicious of the possibility of a head injury, when children fall. You have learned to spine board/cervical collar/secure for transport, head (and that is often spelled N-E-C-K) injured patients, right?
Right?
Another needful skill, that you pray is never needed.
That is it for my off the cuff, just got home from work and warmed up my laptop, answer to your question.
Thank you for the stimulating inquiry. Gonna be food for more rumination!
Another blogger posted a recounting of his experience, recently, at a public range (I believe he is in Canada). He cited Elisjsha Dicken, the armed civilian who stopped the Greenwood Indiana mall shooter, hereafter referred to as Some Asshole In Greenwood, within 2 minutes of the crime beginning, and, according to Dicken’s attorney, from a distance of 40 yards.
Speaking only for myself, and throwing no shade one way or the other, I attempted to recreate Mr. Dicken’s accomplishment, with my EDC sidearm, and no time/life threat pressure. I failed, miserably. My personal take home, is “Moar! Range! Time!” If you get advice to practice, practice, and practice some more, that is sound advice, and we all should do so.
Other reports that I recall seeing, assert that Dicken’s girlfriend, a student nurse, responded to care for casualties, once the shooting had stopped.
THAT reminds me of everyday carry. As is often asserted on the blog, Gun Free Zone, if you carry a sidearm in order to put holes in bad people, should the need to stop such arise, then you ought to anticipate that these selfsame bad people may put holes in you, yours, or other innocents. Therefore you (and I) ought to be ready to address that problem.
There are many ways to address that need. I carry a CAT tourniquet in an ankle holster, as well as a SWAT-T elastic tourniquet in my pocket, all the time. There are two exceptions: when I carry TWO CAT tourniquets, or when I am swimming.
While it is worthwhile to carry a medic bag, suitable to your own training, getting that training is JOB NUMBER ONE! I betcha that I can finagle trauma dressings from at hand materials, faster than I can learn, in the first place, what sort of thing is immediately needful to care for a trauma patient.
Of course, I have something approaching 50 years (not a typo) of experience in this business, so, there is that going for me, I suppose.
If you wonder what you ought to pack for bad times, look over my blog post, here. Or, you could see what Aesop has to say. He is controversial, but, regarding medical matters that I have the experience to have an opinion about, he is spot on. No crap, straight up. He recently posted a set of links to his “greatest hits”. I direct you to peruse same: there’s GOLD in them thar hills!
So, I will attempt to let my preachin’ end, here, for a while. Thank you for riding along.
Reltney McFee has been a commo geek for over 25 years. Beginning as a Fire Department medic, he monitored police dispatch so he could avoid going on scenes he was dispatched to as “sick person” and that the cops got as “shootings.” He earned a Ham license, and recently added GMRS to his options
Selection of your means of communication will be driven by the circumstances you anticipate, the resources you may invest in this mission, and what you intend to accomplish
As I write this, there can be no doubt that consumer electronics are what make the world go round. When we consider our preparations for self-reliance, we can hop aboard the “gee whiz!” train, or carefully deliberate regarding our acquisitions. No gizmo will, of itself, make us safe.
As has been noted by smarter folks than me, owning a gun does not make you a pistolero, any more than owning a piano makes you a musician. Similarly, owning the most toys is not a winning strategy. Selectively acquiring tools may support a strategy that proves successful in enhancing our families’ security. Some of those tools are communication tools, and the degree of thought you devote to their employment may make them an asset, or a liability.
Your selection of communication tools will depend upon several variables. You cannot employ tools that you do not have. Possession of tools does not grant the ability to effectively employ them. Some will, by their employment, reveal your presence, location, or capabilities. Others may be compromised by battery failure, cloudy days (or night time), or cut wires. Worse, you may continue merrily to communicate, unwittingly including adversaries in your conversations as they monitor or eavesdrop on your traffic. Therefore, selection of your means of communication will be driven by the circumstances you anticipate, the resources you may invest in your mission, and what you intend to accomplish.
Selection of which communication options will best serve your needs ought to develop from an assessment of those needs. This assessment will derive from consideration of your mission, the threats to which you are responding, your assets, and your strategic and tactical environment. These reflections will form your tactical and strategic plans.
To summarize: the elements of Communication Planning are:
Mission
Threat Assessment
Assets
Strategic Environment
Tactical Environment
“Your mission” is a statement of why you are bothering at all to do something worth communicating. Your communication mission will be supporting your overall mission. Once you determine what you are setting out to accomplish, your “communication mission statement” will identify how communications activities will move that project forward.
For example, when I was a rural ER nurse, I carried an amateur (Ham) handheld radio by which I would monitor county fire dispatch, as well as Ham “Skywarn” (weather spotter) nets. My communication mission statement might read as follows:
“My strategic goal is orderly patient care, smooth hospital functioning, staff safety and efficiency. This will be promoted by securing early warning of community events which may impact ER patient numbers or acuity, or pose threats to the functioning of the hospital or the safety of our patients”
You may not be a member of a hospital staff. Your goals may be more personal. Therefore another strategic/tactical mission statement might read:
“My strategic goal is to preclude, identify, respond to, and abort another attempt by the Roog to kidnap my children. Therefore I will effectively communicate with my wife and children regarding the presence of the Roog.”
The first example carries within it the implicit threat assessment as well as resource assessment. My role as a nursing supervisor is implied in this statement. The second exemplar implicitly incorporates an asset assessment, with family as responders of one sort or another. The second mission statement also implies a fire plan, as well as alternate or supporting response plans (e.g.: call 911, take cover, do not answer the door unarmed, etcetera).
You might be able to develop a one-sentence summary of the strategic mission statement. (“Do not surprise the ER nurse”, “Protect my children from the Roog.”) That sort of drill might assist you to keep task focused when you feel overwhelmed. I generally begin to feel overwhelmed as the merde hits the fan.
Your threat assessment will catalog the hazards you anticipate, and ought to rank in order by a mix of likelihood and potential for catastrophe. That is, high likelihood risks ought to be planned for (flat tire or dead battery on your vehicle, illness of some sort, ice dams and roof leak in The Un-Named Fly Over State (TUNFOS), solicitation of your SSN by personnel who do not require it), as well as low percentage/high damage risks (house fire, tornado, prolonged episode of unemployment).
From this ranking of threats, you develop a priority list of which issues to address now, and which later. Easily addressed threats may be countered sooner (do not reveal your SSN to unwarranted personnel), more complex responses are deferred, or built up to (save for/comparison shop for generator to keep frozen foods frozen once power fails, begin to purchase first month of your 12-month-food-storage-plan). This ranking will guide your planning for acquisition of assets. In addition, this sort of contemplation allows for an orderly build up of assets, and prevents unnecessary spending.
Your asset assessment includes personnel (family or colleagues), hardware, planning, resources you may call upon (as a fire department calls for mutual aid from neighboring departments), and collateral benefits and costs of employing each asset. Included are assets you might employ, but do not control.
Personnel assets may include neighbors, family, others in your group, or none of the above. Planning requires some realistic assessment of your personnel, both strengths and weaknesses. Number Two Son is reliable as a first aider, and can keep magazines topped off, but is not of an age (in 2006) where I anticipate his active role in any fire plan. He and his younger brother, on the other hand are able radio communicators.
Hardware assets: Populating this list, and the decision processes leading to that list, are the topics of today’s “homily.” Your planning helps you decide what items are mission essential, which are mission supporting, and which are (to be blunt) toys.
Among the assets you might employ, but do not necessarily control are the public switched telephone network, the cellular telephone services, the local Ham radio repeater, a GMRS repeater to which you subscribe, or the communications of your local public safety professionals. The point of making the use-versus-own distinction, is that you are not in a position to dictate maintenance practices, or the philosophy of redundancy employed by the owner of (say) the Ham repeater, if you do not hold title to the equipment (and the associated costs). Upside: you do not especially care how expensive the damaged equipment is, once it is damaged and out of service. Downside: you have little or no input into planning to avoid the service outage in the first place. Take home message: plan on an alternative. An acquaintance of mine, a ham, spoke of her family’s layered commo plan: cell phone as first layer, Ham repeater as second layer, Amateur (Ham) VHF simplex as option #3. Not perfect, but redundancy is good.
Strategic assessment investigates the larger situation, or longer term. It involves decisions regarding where you want the flow of events to take you. For example, a Jew in Nazi Germany might plan to concoct the disappearance of his family as a strategic response to Kristallnacht. The strategic plan might be to depart Germany altogether, once circumstances had evolved to the point where his family traveling would be less likely to be apprehended. This would interact with the tactical assessment that the Gestapo was going door-to-door in the next town, searching out and arresting Jews, with the implication that this was only the beginning of Very Bad Things.
Your tactical environment assessment describes the actions required to succeed in each engagement. This takes into account the constraints upon each action alternative, the benefits of each alternative, and how each action fits into your other plans. Your fire plan, for example, might specify what actions by hostiles will elicit gunfire, and which will be met by patient expectation of the sheriff’s deputy. In my plan, The Roog may stand outside my door as long as they wish, and explain my shortcomings and character flaws to the nice police officer who arrives to take my trespassing complaint. Once they begin to break in my door, however, I will respond to riotous entry with force.
Thus, tactical assessment and planning is short term, whereas strategic assessment and planning is long term. Tactical thinking gets you and your associates through this engagement, strategic thinking structures engagements so that they develop more to your liking. Strategic: “Things are going to hell in a handbasket, the pace of the handbasket is increasing!” Tactical: “Everybody into the car! Now! (Don’t forget the gasoline and guns).”
A well thought out communication plan will support other elements of your planning. For example, should you elect to employ trip wire triggered flares to communicate the presence of intruders in your perimeter, that might support your defense plan by illuminating your attackers, ideally encouraging them to flee. Alternately, the detonation of the 12 gauge shotgun flares in their midst might spoil your adversaries’ attack tempo as well as deprive them of surprise. In the second-best case, those who did not flee might demonstrate less unit cohesion, plan failure, and (one might hope) fratricidally degraded fire discipline, thus enhancing the effectiveness of your defensive plan.
Once you have decided upon the first mission to plan for, you then can consider how communications will move that mission forward. If you elect to address a weather event as your first threat, then your mission can vary from sheltering in place (mole hole, anyone?), to withdrawal to a neighboring county containing family or friends, to evacuating to another state or nation altogether.
Each strategy has it’s own communication implications. Sheltering in place suggests the utility of being able to monitor National Weather Service broadcasts, as well as Skywarn traffic. Perhaps you will want the ability to monitor fire, EMS and police radio traffic. This might be useful to reveal the scope and nature of the damage your neighbors are experiencing, with implications on several levels for your family’s security and safety. If the entire neighborhood is under water, all the assurances from New Orleans Mayor Nagin that you will be safe begin to ring a bit empty as you wonder where you will retreat to as your attic begins to fill. It likely is superior to determine that sheltering-in-place is a losing strategy, sooner rather than later.
QST, the journal of the ARRL, America’s national Amateur (“HAM”) Radio association, recounted several stories of Ham involvement in rescues of persons trapped by the New Orleans Katrina flood waters. Wouldn’t it be nice to have an alternative to wireline or cellular telephones should your family require emergency assistance? Wouldn’t it be nice if you could be one of those assisting others in need? Wouldn’t you be a considerable community asset if you had these capabilities? Don’t you want to run right out and earn a Ham radio license? It is not likely that you will be able to keep your family materially more safe than your neighbors. Plan to be an asset.
Relocating across the county suggests communications both to ensure that the whole family is together, and for the possibility of assisting in recovery efforts augmented by your personal communication assets. If your relocation is an extemporaneous event, you may require some coordination of efforts. If your plan is wireline telephone, you are assuming both that the Bell network will remain in service, and that it will be available for non-official traffic. These assumptions may not be proven true. Similarly, if you assume that you can contact whomever you need to via cellular telephone, you assume that the network remains in service, and that the tower you are pinning your plans to remains a) standing, b) in service, and c) not saturated by eleven bajillion other folks similarly trusting to others for their communication needs. There are several failure modes that will spoil your plans, and they are not particularly unlikely.
If you anticipate relocating to another state or nation entirely, you have another set of communication opportunities altogether. Depending upon how dramatic of a journey you are considering, your communication needs may be met by a note tacked to the front door (“Gone to Grandma’s: call her house!”), a USPS letter addressed to a friend on the fringes of trouble, or an email/Internet post recounting the particulars of your relocation. Another phase may call for Family Radio Service/CB/Amateur VHF or UHF/GMRS handheld or mobile radios, so that the movements of your convoy may be coordinated and those experiencing mechanical trouble, fuel problems, or other distress do not get left behind. While en route, employing the “release-to-listen” button (and thereby not transmitting) might allow you to overhear useful information deliberately (or accidentally) transmitted in the clear. This might be public safety communications regarding a collision that might alter your routing, or some malefactors plotting some mayhem, that you might be able to avoid.
You might determine that your first priority is to prepare for and respond to a civil disorder sort of event. Your plan might be to relocate in advance of the “festivities” (crisis relocation planning, indeed!), or might be to lay low, counting upon your unobtrusive nature to carry the day. In the one case, you had best not be a day late, and therefore keeping on top of law enforcement, fire, and EMS activity trends will be very important. Sheltering-in-place would require emission control, and might make two way radio transmissions a threat. Such a shelterist might find surplus field telephones to communicate between the garage and the house, or the OP and the shelter, to be a good choice.
Another example might be planning for routine travel in rural areas. Again, as I write this, Northern TUNFOS is (surprise!) snow-covered. For those of us living and working in rural areas, the fact of a lengthy drive to work is not news. Come winter, that drive takes on new dimensions. Baseline planning includes packing a change of warm clothing, a sleeping bag, some MREs (or equivalent), snow shovel, jumper cables, and keeping fluids (including fuel) topped off. Supporting this plan adds considerations of communications in the event of an inextricable snowdrift, collision, or suchlike. In my household, the pocket cell phone is Plan A. My wife has a backup, in-car, cell phone. For all the words I have thus far written on this topic, she does not have a Ham license, and has that avenue closed to her. I am moving forward with GMRS radio, but the Money Tree is not blooming this winter (for some reason…), and therefore this option proceeds at a deliberate pace. The licensure requirements of Amateur radio illustrate one of the tactical considerations of planning: it is likely to be ill advised to transmit on Ham frequencies without licensure. GMRS may prove a solution to this issue, with its household licensure. We all do need to be licensed to operate upon GMRS frequencies. One license per household, however, is exactly what the Federal Communications Commission requires.
You can repeat this process for yourself. Insert the threat you see as the top priority, how you and your family might respond to it, what your options are, and how each response option might work out. Once you have selected what appears to be the optimal response, you may have some confidence in it. You will have tested this proposed response against your mission, the threats you foresee, and the assets you can use. You will have compared the strategic and tactical environments against your plans, and tried to fix those plans so as to account for the facts around you. You will be in a position to invest, thoughtfully, in tools to move your mission forward. You will then be able to integrate these tools into your plan, because you will have a vision of how they will fit into your plans, and accomplish tasks that are mission essential (or, later on in the process, mission promoting). Your thoughtful planning will make it easier for your family to get behind your preparedness preparations. You will have planned to make your family safer. You will have planned to make your neighbors safer.
The ARRL will be a source of good information, and their journal QST frequently carries articles regarding survival-related activities (Skywarn) or projects (“ARES Boom Box,” which I posted on this very blog, in order to keep it online) (originally at http://mywebpages.comcast.net/wx2nj/aresbox.html). Hams not infrequently spend time pondering how to “oops-proof” their equipment, homes, or vehicles. Sounds like us, eh?
QRZ.com offers a variety of information regarding Amateur Radio, in terms of both operating, and of obtaining your license. The second link connects you to practice exams, so that with a bit of study, you may be confident of how you will perform of the licensing exam.
This is the web page for an Amateur Radio linked repeater system in the New York/Philadelphia/Atlantic City area. I include this link as an example of what can be accomplished via Amateur Radio, and the sort of non-owned asset that is available.
This is a post from another website (url: http://mywebpages.comcast.net/wx2nj/aresbox.html), which appears to be a dead link. This is the archived page from Wayback Machine (Internet Archive). I reproduce it here, with ABSOLUTELY NO CLAIM TO OWNERSHIP OF ANY SORT, in order that it may be live presently. If you find it useful, ROWYBS.
If you do NOT find it useful, well, thank you for being tolerant.
ARES BOOM BOX
Featured in QST, AUGUST 2000
WARNING – This is an Amateur Radio (HAM) Communications device, not a music device.
Don’t bother writing me to ask for assistance in building a music producing device. I won’t answer you.
A portable communications center featuring a VHF/UHF, 50/35 watt transceiver (Kenwood TM-V7A)
Can also accommodate a Kenwood TM- G707 or TM-261 (same size chassis and Mounting Bracket)
A built-in 12.5 amp switching power supply runs off 120 VAC. Box can also be powered from external DC.
Enclosed 36 amp/hour, (2) 6 volt gel-cells, can power the unit at low (5 watts), intermediate (10 watts) or high power.
The gel-cells are charged when connected to line voltage and external DC. Four voltage LED’s provide battery status.
A cooling fan with two speeds circulates air around hot components and exhausts at the rear.
A 4 inch, front mounted speaker, can be switched off. Two top mounted jacks are provided for headphones or audio out for packet operation.
Basic needs are stored in the top, such as pens, flashlight, spare fuses, adapters and the microphone.
Another recent update is the addition of a self-contained battery desulfator built into the unit which greatly extends the Gel-Cell battery life, especially when being float charged for extended periods of time.
This project was built by WX2NJ in approximately 20 hours. Schematic diagrams are available below.
“Boom Box” upgraded with a Dual Band Kenwood TM-V7A Transceiver
“Boom Box” upgraded with a Dual Band Kenwood TM-G707 Transceiver
Original Box with a Kenwood TM-261 Transceiver
Internals with Kenwood TM-261 Transceiver
Subchassis and Radio Bracket
Kenwood TM-V7A/G707 Transceiver
This is the PCV J-Pole antenna I use with the Boom Box. It is a larger version of the Bicycle Jurassic Duck featured at the bottom of my ARES home page. The PVC antenna sets up in about 10 minutes and is stored, broken down, in the back of my truck for emergency use. Unlike the bicycle antenna, which uses small CPVC plastic pipe, this version is built into an 8 foot length of 1/2 inch PVC pipe. Several sections of 1 1/4 inch PVC, reinforced with a wood center, act as a mast for the J-Pole and are screwed together. The feed line exits via a PVC tee at the base of the J-Pole and is sealed against the elements with RTV sealant. Just connect up a coax feedline to the pigtail at the tee fitting and you’re in business. Overall height is about 22 feet. The tripod stand is bolted to a foldable 1/2 inch plywood base. For windy conditions, the mast can be guyed with synthetic lines and a couple of concrete blocks can be placed on the plywood base.
Switching Power Supply, Mean Well S-150-12, Jameco # 123422 (800-831-4242), output adjusted to 13.8 VDC
2 – Radio Shack 275-710 DPDT 20A Switch
2 – Radio Shack 275-711 SPDT 20A Switch
2 – Radio Shack 275-603 SPST 5A Switch
1 – Radio Shack 275-609 SPST Momentary PB Switch
Voltage Monitor Board from FAR Circuits, Sept. 1998 QST, Pg 33, Board # 2, $4.50 for just this board
Exhaust Fan, 3.63 x 3.63 x 1.00 inch, 12 vdc, 80 ma
3 – 3.63 inch Metal Grill Guards, Jameco # 123511
Communications Speaker, Radio Shack 21-549, back removed
Chassis Mount Binding Post, Radio Shack 274-718
120 VAC Input Socket, CEE-22, From an old computer power supply
(You can also use the exhaust fan and grill from an old PS)
2 – Gel Cell Batteries, 6 Volt, 36 Amp/Hour, 6 1/2″ tall x 3 1/4″ wide x 6 1/4″ long
(Available from Sure-Way Electric Inc., Phone 973-890-0615, Model PM6360)
NOTE: the 1N3880 Diode is a 6 amp component. Any power diode of 6 amps or greater is acceptable.
2004 update
Also, with the release of Westmountain Products, PowerGate, you can eliminate most of the above switching by installing PowerGate with PowerPole terminals between the Power Supply and battery. The PowerGate provides charging current to the battery and automatic swap over to battery power with a loss of AC. See http://www.cheapham.com for the best prices.
As some of you may have determined, I am an OAMF (Old Ass…..). With that comes some of the consequences of (a) poor choices as a younger soul, and/or (b) wear and tear from choices made as a younger soul, and/or (c) simple poor luck.
In any event, my one knee recently could not decide if the patella was going to wander round and round my knee, or, give out altogether, or, ache either when I walked or when I sat overly long (or both), or, combinations of the above.
So, desirous of avoiding/delaying surgery, I visited my physician, and requested that that worthy send me hence to physical therapy. He did so.
So, approaching 8 weeks later, my patella appears to have resigned itself to remaining on the anterior aspect of my knee, which is nice. The whole “knee gonna give out and leave me in a heap on the floor/ground” thing has moderated, and the aching is less pronounced than before.
So, the following joke appeared on one of the web sites that I peruse from time to time:
“Me, “I can’t see you anymore … I’m not going to let you hurt me again.”
My Physical Therapist: “It was one shallow squat!”
A couple of months ago, I was chatting with my daughter, Brenda. She somehow revealed that, years ago, when she was a single mother, working part time and going to school, money was tight.
I had kinda known that.
Just HOW tight, I evidently had not appreciated. She revealed that several times, she had gone to bed without supper, in order that her child could eat.
Let’s consider that, for a moment. It certainly elicits mixed feelings in me.
Foremost, pride. My daughter is professional, committed, and decisive. Her revelation reveals outstanding triage skills, as well as monumental commitment to her child.
Secondly, frustration. It is not as if I could not/would not remedy her pantry problems. Hell, I have been an overtime working fool nearly all my life, and another day of OT, in order to feed my child and grandchild, well, I suspect “BFD!” communicates my feelings adequately. (that is “big freaking deal”, although the second word generally refers to certain ancient and generally highly regarded fertility rites…).
Thirdly, frustration. (again). It is not as if I do not buy groceries, to this day, just as if I were still feeding four hungry adolescents. That both provides me with plentiful left-overs for my meals at work, as well as abundant food-in-waiting. The only thing stopping me from a pantry filling visit to my child, is her failing to tell me such might be useful.
Finally, it reinforces my appraisal of my child, that she is A WOMAN, and, like her mother, knows not of this “back down”, you might speak of, with regard to her children. Formidable, competent, decisive.
My daughter, let us call her Brenda, got married a couple of weeks ago. She has found a man who is made of righteous stuff, who complements her, and fathers (dad-s?) her children.
Since I am a step father, I respect men who step whole heartedly into the role of fatherhood, even if ready-made fatherhood. This man is such a man.
So, several insights occurred to me over the past couple of weeks.
First off, without The Plaintiff, I would not have this wonderful woman, who calls me “Dad”, in my life. For all The Plaintiff’s (and my, to be honest) imperfections and shortcomings, if she had not married me, there would be a Brenda sized hole in my life.
So, as the Father of the Bride, when asked, “Who gives this woman?”, I replied, “Her mother and I”.
Secondly, this amazing woman put herself through college, as well as grad school, working full time, and mothering what would turn out to be 4 children. Proud Poppa moment, right there.
I took the chance to tell her how proud I am of her, and in so many ways that she has earned that pride.
When she responded, “Thank you, Daddy”, well I nearly melted. I had told her how meaningful that Christmas powerpoint was to me, how, even now, it moves me to tears.
So, of course, the Father-Bride dance was to, “He Didn’t Have to Be”, by Brad Paisley.
Thirdly, The Darling Wife-Mark II is an unequivocal blessing to me, in my life. TDW labored to make the decorations, to make everything at this wedding Just Nice. Brenda nearly gushed over the wedding decorations, multiple guests made a point of approaching TDW, and complimenting her over how well her efforts had turned out.
Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
Musings of A Stretcher Ape 