[Elecraft] Elecraft CW Net Announcement

[kevin rock]

Good Evening,

    The first hummingbird of the year left me no doubt it was time to 
clean and fill its feeder.  After I did so it ignored me, my task 
complete.  I found many elk trails as I tried to find last week's 
stream.  I did not find the stream but I did find is soggy bed.  A 
sunning tree frog leapt about a foot when I crossed the area.

    The sunspot number and the solar flux level are the same at 152 
each.  A large CME from spot number 4405 will miss us.  Soon that spot 
will be aimed our way.  Expect another flare from it. Noise should be a 
little higher than last week.  QSB too, but often that helps me dig out 
the weakest signals.  The only way we can know for sure is to test the 
ionosphere ourselves.

Please join us on (or near):

14050 kHz at 2200z Sunday (3 PM PDT Sunday)
  7047 kHz at 0000z Monday (5 PM PDT Sunday)

    73,
       Kevin. KD5ONS




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Grandfather pinched his chin. “Five hundred, a thousand, two thousand 
easy. Yes,
yes, a good supply. Pick ’em easy, pick ’em all. A dime for every sack 
delivered to the
press!”

The boys bent, smiling. They picked the golden flowers. The flowers that 
flooded the
world, dripped off lawns onto brick streets, tapped softly at crystal 
cellar windows and
agitated themselves so that on all sides lay the dazzle and glitter of 
molten sun.

“Every year,” said Grandfather. “They run amuck; I let them. Pride of 
lions in the
yard. Stare, and they burn a hole in your retina. A common flower, a 
weed that no one
sees, yes. But for us, a noble thing, the dandelion.”

So, plucked carefully, in sacks, the dandelions were carried below. The 
cellar dark
glowed with their arrival. The wine press stood open, cold. A rush of 
flowers warmed it.
The press, replaced, its screw rotated, twirled by Grandfather, squeezed 
gently on the
crop.

The golden tide, the essence of this fine fair month ran, then gushed 
from the spout
below, to be crocked, skimmed of ferment, and bottled in clean ketchup 
shakers, then
ranked in sparkling rows in cellar gloom.