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PHILOSOPHICAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF
GLENN A. BAXTER, P.E., K1MAN
or
Ham Radio a At Its Best
or
A Star For One Brief But Cool Moment
(Copyright 2005, all rights reserved)

(This book is being written and published in real time.)

Chapter 1
A "Star" is Born?
or
Aren't We All "Stars?"
or
The Happiest Day of My Life


It was the happiest day of my life. It was also the scariest. I
remember the day well.* I had won the "lottery." I became a brand
new human baby. It was 5:42 A.M. on March 9, 1942. I was eager to
get this new show on the road. I was all tangled up in the darn
umbilical cord, but that didn't seem to bother me at all. I couldn't
breath when I came out of my groggy mom. That DID bother me! I was
blue. I was ugly. My ears were flapped over. The doctor
struggled and got me untangled. They hustled my mother away as they
frantically struggled to save my precious little life. All life is
precious! It was touch and go for quite a while.

Meanwhile my Mom, Marion Watson Baxter, from Swan Quarter, North
Carolina, was hustled out of the delivery room at St. Agnes Hospital
in White Plains, New York.

"Where is my son," she demanded in her 'drunken' stooper?

She had been drugged pretty hard to make my arrival and complications
as painless as possible.

"Oh, we are cleaning him up," a nurse replied.

My mom was a Registered Nurse (with almost no time yet as a practicing
nurse).

"Oh don't be ridiculous" she slurred through the pain killing
drugs!"

Back in the delivery room, I seemed to be OK. No brain damage, I
speculate, just a few loose screws, as anyone who knows me will agree.

"Boy, that was close!" I thought as I cried up a storm.

Finally, after what seemed forever, the Irish nurse brought me in
to see my mom. My mother acted as though she had just had a couple
of Manhattans. What did I know?

When she first held me tenderly (I liked that) she cried and said:

"How will I ever learn to love him? He is so ugly!"

Now THAT is ugly! I thought:

"Hey mom, you ain't seen 'nothin' yet! I will nestle into
your heart and be a joy unto your life! And a pain in the
you know where! I 'got' plans!"**

Mom fed me and then it was time to go out with the rest of the kids in
that awful room. What a noise they all made.

"What a bunch of babies," I thought!

Then my dad came to the window. Another Irish nurse picked me up.
She pointed to me, and then to him, and mouthed:

"He looks just like you!"

My dad grinned and gave her the "monkey sign." You know, he thumbed
his nose. She was quite indignant and stamped her foot.

"Hey, I like this spunky lady," I thought, "Already I have
people sticking up for me. And that guy, my dad, great
sense of humor! Look at him. Dirty old man (he was 50)!
He loves me already! I think I am going to like it around
here!"

My dad died when I was 16. He was making love to my mom. He had
just served her breakfast in bed, as was his usual routine. He had
just told her that she had been the best wife he could possibly have.
He said he didn't think he would ever get any closer to heaven than he
was at that moment. It was a beautiful morning (August 31, 1958),
only ten feet from the water on Great Pond in Belgrade Lakes, Maine.
I was in the next room, sound asleep. My older sister Carol was in
her bedroom sound asleep. My oldest sister Betty and her husband,
George Sternad, and their kids, Shelley and Kenny, were in the Guest
House, all sound asleep.

I was awakened when I heard George on the phone out in the living
room:

"Hello Dr. Adams? This is George Sternad. Mr. Baxter
died about fifteen minutes ago."

Remember the scene in the movie Dr. Chivago when Yuri watches as
they start to throw dirt on his mother's coffin? That is exactly
how I felt. KaBam! I slipped out the lake front screen door of my
room and went out to the shop, a separate building. I needed to
think. I needed to be alone for a few minutes. George came into
the shop and put his hand on my shoulder. He said:

"You are the man of the family now." I Started to cry.

My mom was a basket case. Dr. Adams and his wife Frieda came over.
They were neighbors. I had palled around with their Tom boy daughter
Nancy and her best friend Ann (who I was in love with) for years. I
thought the Adams' showing up like that was pretty classy. They all
came over for dinner later that evening. My sister was to be off to
Northwestern as a freshman, and I was to be off to Vermont Academy as
a Junior. Things had settled down a bit as we all faced our lives
ahead without Frank H. Baxter. He was a good man, a good father, a
good husband, and he was my best friend. He pushed me fairly hard. I
pushed back somewhat. I knew what was good for me, though. I
needed to be pushed; I believe all kids need to be pushed. Carol,
my older sister feels this was cruel. Not so! My dad gave us both
plenty of "wiggle room," however. When he died, my mom became my
best friend. When she died, my wife Bonnie became my best friend.

He took the whole summer off, starting when I was 9, and we worked on
projects together. I would run around and get tools for him, and we
had a ball. He loved me, and I loved him.

My first year at Vermont Academy started out as a disaster. I was an
academic derelict. I was a scholastic "street person." I began to
come alive the Spring of my freshman year, however. If I made honors
in my sophomore year, my dad agreed to buy me a new $695 Collins 75A-4
amateur radio receiver. That was the Rolls Royce of radios, and in
1958, $695 was a lot of money. I missed honors, but not by all that
much.

Was I spoiled? Yes. Was I lucky? Yes! Am I dysfunctional? Yes!
One time I went to a shrink. He, then, had to go to a shrink. I
was sent BOTH bills! Life can be so unfair! Am I crazy? No!

Ask any one of my teachers. They will tell you! Ask any one of my
employers. Ask my angel and loving wife Bonnie. Ask Walter
Cronkite, the most trusted American. He knows me well. They will
all tell you the same thing. Glenn Baxter is a piece of work. I
suspect that all of us are a piece of work, only I freely admit it!
I have some great friends and some bitter (and very powerful) enemies.
I am trying to love my enemies. I hereby forgive them all for any
nasty things they may have done. I wish to be forgiven for the nasty
things I have done. I am truly sorry.

Every human being (even dogs and cats) are products of their genes and
their environments. Being loved and wanted makes a big difference.
All things make a big difference.

For example. My dad feels romantic on 9 June 1941 (nine months
before I was born). Pearl Harbor has not happened yet. My mom is
agreeable to some romance. Maybe it was her idea. No, it probably
WAS her idea. OK. All set to go. Glenn Baxter, K1MAN, is about to
get his big chance. BUT! The phone rings. Wrong number. Glenn
Baxter doesn't happen. K1MAN get assigned to someone else! His
brother or sister get to be the next and last child in the Frank and
Marion Baxter family, not even a ham!. Chance. Roll of the dice.
Dr. Albert Einstein (my middle name is Albert, after Dr. Einstein)
says that God doesn't play with dice. I disagree. One wrong
number, and I would not be here. 14.275, 3.890, and 3.975 would be
the same old stuff on amateur radio. No "illegal"(1) broadcasting,
etc., etc.

Think about yourself. Suppose it was the sperm right next to you and
not your sperm. Would it be YOU here reading this? No. At best,
it would be your sister or brother. You would not exist. You would
never exist. You had one chance and only one chance AND you made it.

Think about it like this. 111,000 thousand fans in Michigan stadium,
"The Big House." One thin dime dropped out of a plane at 40,000 feet
lands in the stadium the night before the big game. Who finds the
dime? It was you, lucky you!

Whenever I see a new baby at the super market or somewhere else, I
usually lean down and say:

"Well, how do you like life so far?

The mom usually says something like:

"Well he (or she) likes it just fine!"

Life is really precious, from the smallest spider (or even smaller) to
the largest whale.

The bible says

"I call heaven and earth to witness against you this
day that I have given you a choice; life or death. The
blessing or the curse. Therefore choose life, so thou
mayest LIVE, thou and thy seed."

I chose life. It was scary. It still is scary.

Choosing life, without hesitation, I decided that it was time to get
on with it. I was on my way to becoming a "star," at least for a few
brief moments. Every dog has his day, and I was destined to have
mine.

"Now, how do I try and charm Carol, my youngest sister? My
oldest sister is away at college; she will be putty in my
tiny hands. But Carol? She might not like having
competition over there at 31 Claremont Road, Scarsdale,
New York. I think I will just play 'dumb' and try the good
old 'just be a happy baby' approach. That might, just might,
work."

Every day is the happiest day of my life.



* Actually I don't remember anything at all. This account is how I
know I would have been thinking and assuming I could think at all at
that time. My brain cells were all there, and some of the standard
"programming" was working quite well, but it was like a new house with
all the wiring in place but no "connections" made yet. The lights
were on, but nobody was home, so to speak. I do know that I was
loved.

** Actually, I didn't have a clue what I was doing. I was on "auto
pilot" and was just going along with the flow. But I was loved, and
you could take that to the bank.


(1) There are many Radio Amateurs in the United States and abroad who
are of the totally wrong opinion that my daily call-in Amateur Radio
Talk program, heard world wide on the short wave frequencies of 3.890
MHz., 3.975 MHz., and 14.275 MHz., 365 days per year since 1987,
through July 4, 2005 was "illegal." It was the only short wave radio
program of its kind and has never been attempted before or again by
anyone.



Chapter 2
ERIC


My mom's best friend was Mrs. Olson. She had a son the same age
as me, Eric. Eric had a sister named Karen. That was kind of cool.
Karin, two years older and pretty, provided som degree feminine charm
in our otherwise very scientific little world. I even had the brash
to invite Karin to one of my birthday parties. SHE CAME! What the
heck! Maybe I should invite President Truman! Wouldn't that have
been a hoot?

My dad was a consultant to Maxwell Taylor at the Pentagon. It
related to ordnance. Geneal Taylor later became President Kennedy's
Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. I don't believe General
Taylor had more than one star at that time. My dad would be on his
way down stairs, all dressed up, as he always was for work very early
each morning. They were headed for Harmon, where he could catch a
train directly to Washington, D.C. or even to Chicago. My dad's
office (Frank H. Baxter Associates) was at 370 Lexington Avenue in New
York City and just across the street from Grand Central Station. I
would always ask (I knew the answer):

"Where are you going Daddy?"

His reply, always the same, was:

"I am going to Washington to give Harry Truman the
rastberrys!"

"Yea, right," I would always think, but my dad COULD
certainly rattle the President if the occasiion
ever presented itself! It never did.

One time my dad was hopping a train from Grand Central to
somewhere or another, and they told him that his reserved private
train compartment was messed up and there had been some sort of
mistake. Come to find out, Gene Autry needed a compartment and my
dad had been "bumped," so to speak. You don't know my dad. MY dad
doesn't get bumped for ANYBODY. This is America, right? So my dad
and Gene Autry, the singing cowboy and writer of "Rudolph The Red
Nosed Raindeer," shared the compartment all across the country to
wherever they were both going. My dad was tickled, of course. We
were all quite tickled.

I didn't have that instinct quite yet, however. Hop-a-Long
Cassidy, William Boyd, had a camp on Great Pond down from our summer
home in Belgrade Lakes. I simply worshipped "Hoppy." He was one of
my childhood heroes. He and the Lone Ranger. (My best friend,
Quinn Hall, second house down from mine in Scarsdale, N.Y., his mom,
Mim, actually knew Clayton Moore, who played the Lone Ranger on TV.)
Anyway, "Hoppy" would motor into Johnson's Marina in his beautiful
Chris Craft to gas up and buy groceries at Bartlett's store.

"Ho hum! There is Hoppy again. What a nice
boat," I would always think.

Actually, if the truth be known, I just suspected it was "Hoppy."
I knew that when we drove past his driveway (a dirt road really) it
said "William Boyd" on the Western styled entrance. "That MUST be
Hoppy," I always thought. I just did not thoroughly connect the
dots. It was, indeed, Hoppy!

In one of "Hoppy's" episodes, He said to Lucky:

"It is nice to do what you want to do, but it is better
to like what you have to do."

I will never forget that! Never! My dad would always say:

"Do what you like to do, and let the money take care of itself."

I will never forget that either. Now if my dad and "Hoppy" rode
on that train together, instread of with Gene Autry, perhaps they
could have worked out any controdictions in the two philosophys.
Perhaps they were both right.



Eric Olson's father was a scientist who worked for Texaco in New York
City.. He earned just enough money to live in Scarsdale, a very rich
community indeed. Mr. Olson was fron Sweden and was very bright.
Sort of a "geek," but that was OK. "Geeks" are just fine here in
America. He would feed scientific information to Eric who would feed
it to me, and I would bring it up at the nightly dinner table where my
father, a mere engineer, would debate with me with a great deal of
vigor. My dad had a degree in Mechanical Engineering from Rhode
Island College. He also wrote their football fight song, still heard
today at URI (University of Rhode Island) football games and
basketball games. One ritual my dad and I had was to go to the third
floor storage room of our big house in Scarsdale house, and he would
pull ou his old football pants. They had wooden slatts for thigh
padding.

"What is this" my dad would ask?

"Football pants," I would shout with glee and excitement.

Often times we would all pack off to Yale or Army to see a football
game. My dad and I drove up to West Point many times together as
well on official glee club business. We would walk around West Point
(United States Military Academy) with Barry Drews, an offifer who
headed the Cadet Glee Club, and everybody would salute us. Cool!

My dad had organized the Intercollefgiate Musical Council. IMC sent
college on tours around the world - - even the Soviet Union. My dad
always felt thet music was a universal language. West Point had one
of the very finest Glee Clubs in the Country.

One time we went to meet the Commondant in his magnificent office
and THAT guy sure had a bone crussing hand shake! He gave me a
little West Point Cader's book. I still have it. I think that is
where my dad first met General Maxweell Taylor and got involved with
the Pentagon during and after World War II. Ordinance. They even
offered him a commission as a Colonel in the Army (my dad got his
commission in the Navy from Anapolis, a "90 day wonder," but my dad
did not want to have to answer to ANYONE, not even President Harry
Truman!

Eric Olson and I played frequently in his room with all sorts of
scientific experiments. One time we mixed up something in the
basement (a little of everything we could find), and I thought I was
going to get the Nobel Prize for sure! Hey, you have to think big if
you want to be a real kid. I accused my mom many times that it was
her fault if I, too, was a nerd. I wasn't, of course. I would,
however, rather spend Christman vacation building my second radio
transmitter (a Heathkit DX-100; I still have it) than call girls to go
to the country club dance, for example. Her consolation was that I
didn't make the papers like some other kids who managed to get
themselves into trouble. SHE was the one who caused me to play
with Eric so much. Suppose I played with the Kennedy kids over in
Bronxville? Heck, I could have run for Congress of something!

It makes a big difference who you play with and what you are exposed
to as a kid. Eric was a good experience. Thanks Eric!


Chapter 3
Ego The Size of Rhode Island



"Guilty as charged, your honor! I would like to plea bargain with
regard to my sentence!"

One Friend (1) has said many times is passing that I have an ego the
size of Rhode Island. Rhode Island is the smallest state. He did
not say Texas! I attach significance to that. Another friend(2)
says:

"Show me a successful person who does not have a big ego!"

My Angel and loving wife Bonnie even goes so far as to say that I am a
narcissist. Other friends have reminded me occasionally that the
world does not revolve around Glenn Baxter. They cannot ALL be
wrong, right? If it walks like a duck, looks like a duck, and quacks
like a duck, perhaps it really is a duck!~

Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary defines narcissism as an "Erotic
feeling aroused by one's own body and personality." Erotic? Bonnie
is just jealous about her mom Evelyn and me......that's all! Erotic,
indeed!

Toward the end of her life, Evelyn, Bonnie's spunky mom, would
come over for a few days during the Christmas and holiday season.
She had some dementia that many older people get in their 80's.
Thank God it was not full blown Alsheimer's. She was a tough little
cookie, at four foot nine, at best, with her thick wool socks on, and
built!. If an stranger so much as rode the elevator with her, or if
a waitress asked her if she wanted milk with her coffee, it would not
be forgotten soon, due to her "standard" repitior of innocent antics
and jokes. She would gesture with both hands to her bosom and inform
the little waitress that she had plenty of "her own" milk!

It was Christmas Eve. Bonnie is like a little girl at Christmas. We
have a yearly ritual, where, in the middle of the night, each of us
gets up to play Santa and stuff the other's stockings. We have no children, save our two cats. It was Bonnie's turn. As she worked,
and before laying a finger on the side of her nose (Ho, Ho, Ho!), she
saw her mom come out of the guest bedroom and head for the bathroom.
After quite some time, her mom did not emerge and go back to the guest
room. Hmmmmmmm! Then panic then set in. Had she wandered
outside? Did she have an "accident" in the bathroom? Where the
hell was she?

Bonnie rushed into our bedroom to arouse me. There was her her mom
sound asleep next to me!

"Glennnnnnnnn," Bonnie queried!

"Yessssssss," I replied. I was watching the whole scene in shock
while I pretended to be asleep. Ho, Ho, Ho!

"Come on Mom, you have to go to your own room," ordered Bonnie.

"Oh, for Christ's sake," Evelyn muttered in total disgust!

I have had this same problem with women all of my life!

The next day I confronted Evelyn. "Did you know you crawled into bed
with me last night" I asked her?

"I did," she responded innocently?

Later I asked "What would you have done last night when you crawled
into bed with me if I snuggled?"

"I would have snuggled right back," she replied matter of factly!

I have had this same problem with older woman all of my life! What
can I do? Small wonder I am a recovering narcissist!

Seriously, though, let's assume that I do have an unusually big ego.
I admit it. It is hopeless to deny it. So, where does THAT come
from?

I suspect from childhood. From babyhood. I come home. My sister,
a flaming red head beauty, is suddenly off of center stage.

"Oh he is sooooo cute. Look those big ears!" (3) I have to
admit, I WAS a cute little bugger. There I go again! I
introduce, therefore, Exhibit A, my baby picture. See
Appendix A. All babies are cute, right? All they have
to do is smile, and adults just melt!

My mom wanted the doctors to operate on baby me and pin back my
ears that did stick out lot.

"No, damn it, that's the way he was born, and that'
the way he is going to stay," my father insisted.

My strong willed sister gave me much grief, the "uninvited" one who
totally disrupted her little self centered world, as I nestled my way
into the hearts of my new family. My sister's attitude towards me
suggested, falsely, that I was the center of attention (now), and she
was not. When she picked on me, which she did incessantly, I just
turned up the heat and nestled more, etc., etc.

Secondly, my dad was his own boss, quite unusual in top corporate
executive Scarsdale, New York where everyone was Vice President of
General Electric or IBM, or whatever. My dad never came home and
said that his boss did this or his boss said that. My dad WAS the
boss. See Chapter 6. This made me feel different and quite
special.

Thirdly, Eric had me on a scientific fast track. I appeared smarter
than other kids (not true,) and I enjoyed that as well. In third
grade we all went to visit White Plains General Hospital. Our school
doctor was demonstrating the floriscope. It was a live X-ray machine
where you could see him swallowing some souped up drink that clearly
showed the fluid going down into his stomach on the big green
screen. I asked him:

"Shouldn't you be doing something to protect yourself?" (4)

He replied, I'll never forget it:

"You have all the answers, don't you?"

Our maid, Anna, often said in her southern accent:

"Oh Glenn, you are sooooo smart!"

I would go into the work shop in our basement where she was ironing
the bed sheets on this big roller iron gizmo machine, and I would ask
her:

"What would you like me to build for you Anna?"

Her her reply, always the same, was:

"Build me a house, Glenn!"

My take on this was always that she had no doubt that that I could do
it, and that we were rich and she was poor, so to speak. I loved
Anna. She had more character in one of her black pinkys than most
ten people have in their whole bodies. Funny, her name was actually
Anna Black, really.

I am so ashamed of myself. One time I was looking at her hand. I
implied that her hand was dirty. She assured me it was not, and then
she got my point. She just looked at me with her head cocked. I
knew damn well that what I had done was just horrible. I pray that
Anna, probably an Angel, forgives me. I am so sorry, Anna. I love
you Anna.

So I took a lot of grief. We were rich. We had a summer home in
Maine. I had my own boat. I WAS different. I did poorly in
school and got away with it for years. The ego thing was a defense
mechanism. It still is. Some people really do need an ego the size
of Rhode Island. But NOT the size of Texas!

Chapter 4
Early Schooling - A Disaster

I attended Greenacres Elementary School in Scarsdale, New York. We
got out at noon. We had no homework. My Catholic friend (and best
friend), Quinn Hall, attended a parochial school all day long. He
wore a blue shirt and a tie. He did home work IN INK! Now what the
hell message did this send to me?

"I am getting away with murder! School for Presbyterians
(we were better, after all,) is not a big deal."

The Jewish kids, however, (we were better than them also) sure took
school quite seriously. Some of my friends even went to Hebrew
School. Now I see why! School is, and was, very important! And,
this is America. Nobody is any better than anybody else, I came to find out!

My dad felt that Scarsdale schools were just a "factory." When I was
real bad, he took a hard wooden stick (kept in the top drawer of his
bureau) to my tender little ass. You could count the number of times
he had to do this on one hand. Not the times I was real bad or the
number of whacks, silly, the number of occasions where I actually got
whacked. One day I had to walk up the stairs, one step at a time,
to get a good whack. It was the walk up, not the brief wack, that I
remember so well. I needed it, as anyone who knows me will probably
agree. I knew it, too.

My wife Bonnie's dad didn't have the heart to spank her. And his
name was Hartley! One time he did spank her and then went into the
bedroom and cried. When her mon spanked her, Bonnie would yell
defiantly "It didn't even hurt!" Then Bonnie went to her room and
cried. I think her feelings were the things that hurt the most. In
my case, it was my ass. When my mother spanked me it was a joke.
Nothing hurt! I knew she loved me too much and didn't want to hurt
much of anything. With my dad, I knew that he just wanted me to
shape up a bit.

They didn't teach us phonics in school. This phonics thing goes in
cycles My reading was poor. My dad had the teachers come in at
7 A.M. (they griped to me about it) to discuss my lack of progress.
One time I commented to a teacher "My dad doesn't care about me."

"Oh yes he does" said the teacher, who was apparently one of the early
morning risers who had to come and explain to my dad why I wasn't
learning the basics in school.

He even got me up at 6 a.m. for tutoring. Nothing worked. He even
threateded, several times, to send me to parochial school. "Oh no
dad, anything but that," I would tantrum. I knew damn well that
those nuns would rap me over the knuckles with a ruler and that my
perpetual party would quickly be over.

I hated arithmetic so much that I had a yearly ritual in our basement
playroom fireplace each June of burning my math workbook one page at a
time. Oh, that was sooooo much fun! I even threw one of my
workbooks down the street sewer. I then got the teacher's workbook,
with most of the pages missing. I liked that a lot, and so did the
teacher, I perceived!

Ikenaden worshiped the sun disk; I was worshiping red hot arithmetic
flames! Now, an engineer and a mathematician, I LOVE mathematics.
I am even in favor with the "Ghost of Mathematics" as you will all
read about with fascination in Chapter 35. I would surpass both Dr.
Einstein and Pythagoras, as you will clearly see. How does one go
from worshipping red hot arithmatic flames to such dizzying heights in
a single lifetime? You figure it out!

My dad hired a private tutor, Mrs. Sutherland. After some
significant struggling with me, she would finally give up and add the
column of figures HERSELF and then send me down to her basement to be
with her genious ham radio son, Ivan. What was the message here? I
never told my dad, of course. I didn't want Mrs. Sutherland to be
burned at the stake. My dad would not have been amused, I gathered.

Do you suppose that Mrs. Sutherland, a woman, knew far better what I
really needed at that point in my life, and in my particular
circumstances, than my dad did?

Ivan's amateur callsign was W2SBW. Whisky two, sugar, baker,
williams. We were building a computer drum memory, among other
things, in 1953! I saw Ivan years later in an electronics store.
He didn't regognize me, and I didn't let on that I knew who he was.
I was sending CQ in Morse code on a practice oscillator. CQ (I seek
you) de (from) KN2SNJ. This is how hams initiate a contact on the
radio. Ivan encourqaged me to go on. He was obviously intrigued.
He was W2SBW, and I was KN2SNJ, almost a complete cycle from the W's
to the K's in just a few years. I later became K2SNJ and dropped the
N for "Novice" as soon as I upgraded my FCC license to General, before
Riley Hollingsworth, K4ZDH, and the resident boogyman at the FCC, was
even born! Riley, an attorney, was apparently sick on the day they
taught law at lawschool. He breaks to rules to enforce the rules,
and he doesn't even know what the rules are. I later became K1MAN
when I set up a second radio station in Maine. I chose to drop K2SNJ
when the FCC decided that you could have only one call.

"School? Pure baloney; just a place to meet and socialize with
my other scientific colleagues. David Docken, a chemistry genious.
Donald Pratt, my photography chum. Chuck Larabee, (who first uttered
the words "American Radio Relay League" to me - - I wondered then
what the hell THAT mouthful could possibly mean? I later would
organize and trade mark the name "American Amateur Radio Association."
(See www.K1MAN.com) Chris Lang, who told me that the Collins 75A-4
was THE receiver. He also introduced me to the great electronics
textbook, "Elements of Radio" by Abraham and William Marcus. My dad
picked up a copy for me at Barnes and Noble in New York City. After
I read that, my dad thought I was a genious. One time he, a
mechanical engineer, asked me what kept satellites up, and I told him.
He was very impressed. He was an executive now. He had fallen
far behind in elementary science.

One time we had a big arguement about which way electricity flows. I
explained it from negative to positive (electronics) and engineers
are taught from positive to negative! He believed ME! He could
sure do math, however. THAT never changes very much!

When I was a baby we had a humidifier with a 2 inch hole where you
filled it with water. Anna (our angel maid) got distracted, and I
stuck the vacuum hose into that water hole to see what would happen.
Get in trouble? Hell no! My dad was proud as punch that his kid
had the scientific curiosity to see what SUCK really meant! I found
out. The Electrolux really does SUCK.

Mr. Sugarbaker, our 7th grade science teacher, loved to tell the story
about the scientists who stuck some monkeys in a room for observation.
When they looked through the keyhole, what did they see? You might
have guessed it. One monkey was looking back through the keyhole at
the very embarassed scientist! Mr. Sugerbaker was my epitimy of a
real scientist, I always thought. We all thought he walked on water.
He was one of the finast and most influential teachers I ever had.

Everyone was talking about Harry Truman and Thomas Dewey in that 1948
era. About age six, I chanted at the dinner table:

"Dewey, Dewey, do wee wee!"

My father liked that! I had summarized my opinion (and apparently
his opinion) of Governor Thomas E. Dewey's political career and
prospects for becomming president in one short and susinct sentence. What's in a name? Shakespeare said that a rose, by any any other name,
smells just as sweet. Baloney! If you want the six year old vote,
which sounds better to you, TRUE MAN or DEW eee. Yuck, I never did
like dew, how about you? To my little six year old mind, DEW was
about the same as or identical to Poo Poo. As six year old Glenn went, so went the nation!

One time my mom was trying to get me to sit correctly at the kitchen
table. She pulled up close to demonstrate.

"Like this!"

Her bosom extended over the table a bit. My dad then winked at me
and said:

"Well not QUITE like that!"

What a devil he was! Until I found black and white nude pictures by
the road in the woods, about a mile from our house. I was showing
them around to the other boys in 4th grade.

"Show them to Mrs. Clark," insisted John Bookstaver!

"Shhhhhh, you moron," I responded.

He insisted. Mrs. Clark examined each photo. Playboy did not exist
then. Nobody ever saw pictures of naked women (except for Egyptian
ladies, and Mrs. Clark was big into Egyptian studies). Mrs. Clark
jerked each photo, one after the other. She was tall and lanky, but
somewhat pretty. She was in complete and total disgust. Wham! I
was sitting in the Principal's office. Faster than the speed of
light, it seemed. Now I know what the Spanish Inquisition was like.


"Where did you get these pictures?

"In the woods!"

"OK, now where did you get these pictures?"

"In the woods."

Over and over, for more than an hour, it seemed. Then, nothing more
was heard about the nude photos!

That summer I was sitting on the West pourch watching the sunset with
my dad.

"Boy, (he called me 'Boy') those pictures you showed the other
boys in school. If they had been of your mother, would you
have still shown them to the other boys?"

"No Sir, I would not have." I always called my dad, a one
time Navy Ensign, "Sir."

End of conversation. He never even asked me where I got them. I
never saw them again. It was never discussed again. Soooooooo,
where are the nude photos now? They were quite good, actually! Do
you suppose that the dirty old principal kept them? Hmmmmmmmmmm!

One time Quinn and I were looking under XXXXXX XXXXXX's dress out in
the back yard. I sugged the privacy of the nearby garage. XXXXXX
was all too willing. Her mom rapped on the window. She then ran
over to tell Quinn's dad, just having been picked up from the comuter
train to New York City. All hell broke loose for Quinn. My dad?
Just a grin. So much for my sex and moral education! So much for
my early schooling. My report cards were pretty bad. One good
comment from Mrs. Foote.

"One thing about Glenn that I like a
lot. He never tells a lie."

My favorite trick as a kid was to sneak up where Anna couldn't see me
and pull out the plug of the vacuum cleaner. It would die. Always
the same response. Glennnnnnnnn! She knew it was me. I knew she
would know it was me.

Anna took the bus from White Plains where she lived, about four times
the distance from between our house and the site of the Battle of
White Plains, featuring General Washington and the British. We could
have heard the shots from our back yard. Perhaps the soldiers camped
out in our back yard. Anyway, Anna once told me about the bus driver
who would take the dime himself rather than run it through the change
counter. It was clear to me that she thought this was wrong. At
the local TV repair shop, I was in the back inspecting a brand new RCA
1R5 tube in its pretty black, white, and red box. Much too rich for
my blood. The minister's son worked there. He said "Just stick it
in your pocket." I couldn't believe it. The minister's son!
Being morally trained by Anna, I didn't even consider the idea and put
the 1R5 tube back up on the shelf.

Moral of the story? Don't do as I did. Do your home work. Take
school seriously. You don't want to end up like me do you? I don't
listen to anybody! Just ask my wife Bonnie. She got all A's at
Winthrop High School, and it was FREE! She got A's in college. My
private schooling cost a king's ransom, five years in prep school, and
it took me 6 1/2 years to get through a four year university
Industrial Engineering program. The 3 1/2 year shortfall was the
penalty for fooling around so much in K through 8th grade. Read
about this more in Chapter 7.

The very first day in Kindergarten, I asked Miss Boujon exactly how
many days the State of New York required each student to attend
school. I guess I wanted to know what I was getting myself into!
Thus, I set the tone for a perfectly disterous early schooling
experience.

Chapter 5
Ham Radio

After my intial exposure to amateur radio at W2SBW, Ivan Sutherland,
son of my "supposed to be" math tutor, I got my "for real" exposure
to amateur radio after 8th grade science club meeting. I had learned
nothing from Mrs. Sutherland about math, but she gave me a world of
invaluable and good exposure and mentoring in science and engineering
from her genious and much older son Ivan. Perhaps Mrs. Sutherland,
in her female and motherly intuition or wisdon knew more than my dad
exactly what I most needed at that juncture in my very young and quite
impressionable life.

At Scarsdale High School, which started with 7th grade, I had a
"license" to run school movie projectors. It was a formal deal where
the nerds in the projector room tested you and then issued you a
wallet card, etc. The nerds hung out there after classes and one, I
know went to MIT. Another, who also went to MIT was Richard Marks,
K2LOU, my ham radio mentor. He was at the science meeting. I had
just given a talk about Einstein's Special Theory of Relativity. He
and I struck up a conversation and he mentioned that he had a license.
I said I also had a license. He said

"Oh, what's your call?"

Oops! Not that kind of license! A movie projector license. Oh,
he was talking about an amateur radio linense. The next thing I knew
he was drawing circuit diagrams on the black board. I was very
interested, of course.

As a Boy Scout, I had learned the Morse Code. My dad and I had a
telegraph set up between two rooms in our summer home. He had been a
Western Union operator during college to help pay his tuition and
other expennsed. During the other seasons, I regularly exchanged
messages with a kid across the street with a flashlight. He would send a letter and I would look it
up. I would then send it back before he sent tye next letter, etc.
It was "error correction" just like computers use today! We had a
ball each night until his dad shut down our charade and made him turn
in for the night.

(2) He did chores at a farm to cover his room and board. He got up at 2 A.M. to study. He worked hard to get his
degree in Mechanical Engineering.

Chapter 6
Vermont Academy

Chapter 7
Summers in Maine

Chapter 8
Northwestern Football

Chapter 9
University of Rhode Island

Chapter 10
Industrial Engineering

Chapter 11
Frank H. Baxter Associates

Chapter 12
Collins Radio Company

Chapter 13
Baxter Electronics

Chapter 14
Baxter Associates

Chapter 15
Professional Engineering

Chapter 16
Booz Allen & Hamilton

Chapter 17
Glenn Baxter & Associates
Registered Professional Engineers

Chapter 18

Chapter 19
Collins Repair and Alignment Service

Chapter 20
Quarter Century Wireless Association (Pine Tree Chapter)

Chapter 21
Investors Capital

Chapter 22
Mexico City Earthquake

Chapter 23
International Amateur Radio Network (IARN)

Chapter 24
San Salvador Earthquake

Chapter 25
Hurricane Gilbert

Chapter 26
Armenian Earthquake

Chapter 27
Hurricane Hugo

Chapter 29
Dayton Hamventions

Chapter 30
American Amateur Radio Network (AARA)

Chapter 31
15 plus years of battle with the FCC

Chapter 32
Teaching School

Chapter 33
Angel

Chapter 34
Relativity

Chapter 35
The Ghost of Mathematics

I AM SUPPOSED TO BE RETIRED

or

A PASSION FOR TEACHING

or

THE GHOST OF MATHEMATICS

Officially, I retired, for the second time, last March. First, from
a career in private practice professional engineering, and now, from
five years in a mixed bag of teaching. This included my own
classrooms in high school chemistry, high school physics, 9th grade
math, 8th grade math (both regular and advanced), and 8th grade
science. I have also been a substitute teacher, ranging all the way
from kindergarten music to advanced placement high school physics.


Contradicting, again, the whole idea of being retired, I applied for
a high school physics position this fall over quite vigorous
objections from my loving and beautiful wife, Bonnie. She was very
sure that teaching physics full time would not be a good idea for a
multitude of reasons ranging from beating myself and my car to death
to "How about a simple hassle free life?" She also understands, only
too well, public school politics, having many close friends who are
career teachers. I did not get the job, so her opinions became moot.


The REAL truth is that I am a closet physicist, and I like being
around smart people including smart teachers AND smart kids. What is
more, I have just now discovered that I am also a closet
mathematician.

In addition, I simply love working with kids, both smart and not as
smart. I love to teach. Period!

I spotted an ad in the paper and E-mailed my brief resume over to
wherever. I then got a call and was told that this substitute
teaching position was in a secure facility. "What does THAT mean?"
I inquired. It was the former Maine Youth Center in South Portland,
now known as Long Creek Youth Development Center. It is a brand new
world-class facility with world-class teachers, guards, and what may
be quite typical "ho-hum" school administrators, some with, at the
very least, their heart in the right place.


I have been there every school day except two for the last three
weeks. I literally can't wait to get to "work" each day. The one
and one half hour drive each way is, for me, "happy time." The kids
appear to be far above average in intelligence, but they sure do have
very serious issues which, no doubt, is what got them there in the
first place. They were "bad," and their "punishment" is being sent
to a fine "private" school where the teachers really do care and a lot
of learning is going on. Who said that crime doesn't pay? Since
these kids obviously got short changed when compared with us "normal"
folks on the "outside," it is quite fitting, in my opinion, to spend
some quite serious public money on these "broken" children who, in my
opinion, are well worth "fixing." Sort of like a great Rolls Royce
which needs half again its original purchase price to get it running
smoothly again out on the open highway. The alternative, of course,
is taking that beautiful car to the dump to be crushed down to the
size of a bail of hay and sold for a few dollars as scrap metal.


At this fine (prison) school, we have much better control in the
classroom than in current public schools, approaching what any
American school 100 years ago must have been like. In this "prison"
school, I can push a panic button, worn on my belt, and have 20 plus
guards at my (always locked) classroom door within seconds. I can
call on the phone and have a kid escorted to a "time out" area, post
haste, and even offer to "write a kid up".....something dreaded by
them worse than the bubonic plague or an ice cold shower; these are
street smart adolescents. There is also a lot of hands-on stuff
going on at this unique school to spark interest and encourage total
class engagement in all four interest areas which are: 1) Carpentry,
2) Robotics (called Action Technology), 3) Culinary Arts, and 4)
Graphic Arts.



All kids also have serious classes in math, social studies, English,
and science.

One perk for me, a "closet mathematician" and a substitute teacher, is
working with a world-class mathematician in the Culinary group. His
math room, we have just discovered, is where the "Ghost of
Mathematics" sleeps at night.

This math teacher is called "Mr. P." No, really, he is from Poland,
and his last name is a bit difficult to pronounce properly. So we
all, lovingly, call him "Mr. P."

I started to refer to him as a mathematician. He modestly protested
that he was only a math teacher and that a mathematician is one who
invents something new such as Newton or Euler did. One day
I came into his class, where I spend a lot of time teacher assisting,
AND learning as much or more than the kids, and said "Mr. P! I
looked up mathematician in the dictionary last night and your picture
was right there, next to the definition. He smiled (actually
beamed), but still remained humble and defiant at my insistence that
he was, in fact, a mathematician, in every sense of the word. A
previous position he had had was a fellowship at the University of
Maine in Orono teaching freshman Calculus.



Mr. P tells me frequently that his classes go much better when I am in
the room. I suppose that when kids see that I (Mr. Baxter to them)
think and act enthusiastically, as though the lesson IS really cool
(it is!), and they must figure that IT IS really cool, and they should
take the class much more seriously.


One day, Mr. P. and I had a kid up at the board doing parabolic
equations and plotting them. There was a dot on the board graph
that was out of place. "Where did that dot come from?" the kid
vehemently inquired, even insisted. "I don't know," Mr. P. replied.

The kid was adamant. "Who put that dot there?!" Mr. P glanced over
at me mischievously, and with twinkles in his eyes, said "It was
the Ghost of Mathematics; he sleeps here at night!" I sensed my
golden opening! I then said "You ARE a mathematician.......and I am
a mathematician." He nodded in agreement with a boyish smile and then
pointed to the kid and said "And one on the way!" "Wow," I thought,
Mr. P not only conceded my honoring of him as a mathematician, but I
had just elevated myself, a mere engineer, to that same honor. Quite
a trick, indeed. Mr. P got the last word in being humble, however,
since he was happy and proud to share his newly accepted honor with
both me and the kid; Mr. P and I had BOTH succeeded in turning this
young man in prison on to the true spirit of mathematics, dear to both
of us, and this made us both feel like a billion dollars. What a
magical moment; something I will never forget, and something I will
treasure for the rest of my life. Mr. P, a towering man, and a heck
of a volley ball player, is one of my most special heroes.


To expand on this fun, I caught Mr. P's attention while he was
ushering some kids across the hall the following Monday, where I was
substituting for the culinary teacher. I glanced across the hall to
his math room and inquired "Mr. P, does the Ghost of Mathematics stay
in there during the weekends?" Mr. P nodded in the affirmative.
Not only are we all mathematicians, but the Ghost of Mathematics,
himself, resides with us. Eat your hearts out, Dr. Einstein and
Pythagoras. Either you "got it" or you "don't got it!"

Naturally, I feel quite honored to be in such distinguished company on
a daily basis. The kids (and I) are taught both the how AND the why
of math with the goal of learning the thinking skills that are needed
in life, even if you don't end up in science or engineering, which
most kids will not. I have NEVER been in a class with kids where I
did not learn something quite significant. I could enroll in 6th
grade and have a ball going through all of school again, just for the
shear fun of it.

These kids need seven things: 1) Education, 2) Mentoring, 3) Role
models, 4) Love, 5) Discipline, 6) To be appreciated, and (7
Encouragement.

All kids need this. All kids deserve a second chance. I had a
second chance in a private New England prep school (I was lucky), and
these kids are in a similar school except that the doors are locked.
One kid says that I am a "preppy."

This just happens to be the same kid referred to above. I was
working in the kitchen and dining room with him and a number of other
students. The kids who are not so fond of math really do shine in
that environment, I noticed. Anyway, I was assigned to sweep the
dining room floor and our budding mathematician was assigned to wipe
off the tables. I grabbed a floor brush rather than a push broom.
It didn't work well at all. The kid asked if I had ever swept a
floor before and then suggested that I needed to learn some life
skills. Knowing that I wear my prep school class ring, he called me
a "preppy." I shot back that more money was being spent here on his
education than was ever spent on me while was in private school. Look
at some of the classes. Two teachers working with one kid. What
kind of student/teacher ratio is this? I rested my case.


These kids are very wise for their eighteen or less years in life, and
quite correctly perceive the rampant hypocrisy "out here," and this is
one of the roots of their troubles. No wonder so many of them want
to escape into drugs! But they also know that this is America, with
all our problems and corruption, and that there is a world of
opportunity "out here." I feel that I can make quite a difference,
and this feels better than any drug could ever feel, I would guess.


During a gym class where anyone could do whatever they wanted, I
spotted a young man and a young lady sitting on a top bleacher
chatting. I knew both of them fairly well, considering that I have
been on the job for only three weeks. I drifted over to engage them.

To make small talk I inquired "Are you guys dating?" "No, Mr.
Baxter, I am just her buddy," he said. " Well she is also my buddy,
right?" I asked her. She assured me that this was true. Later, she
had to go to another class. "Hey, Mr. Baxter, why did you think we
were dating?" he asked. "Well, you just looked like a very elegant
and dignified couple," I responded. They did! "What do you mean?"
he asked? "Well, for example, I thought it would be nice if you and
Janice (not her real name) and my wife Bonnie and I went out to a
nice restaurant in Portland for dinner, that's all." He processed
that one; this, a kid who is also shining in Mr. P and my math class,
and whose dad is in prison (also). I would be honored to go out to
dinner with these precious and fine young adults.........just honored!


Retired? What was I thinking? Let's speculate; I wasn't!


Chapter 37
Distinguished Alumnus of Vermont Academy

Chapter 38
Radio Canada International and Ian McFarlund

Chapter 39
Radio Moscow

Chapter 40
Radio Havana

Chapter 41
Radio Netherlands

Chapter 42
Radio HCJB


Part 2

MICE AND MEN/WOMEN WHO I HAVE MET OR WHO KNEW/KNOW ME

(Mice first)

Chapter A
Poor Brian and Hypocrite Mike


(Now the men/women)

Chapter B
Dan Rather and Walter Cronkite, KB2GSD (CBS)

Chapter C
John Chancellor (NBC)

Chapter D
Roy Neal, K6DUE (NBC)

Chapter E
Mayor Richard Daley

Chapter D
Mohamed Ali (Heavyweight Champion)

Chapter E
Floyd Patterson (Heavyweight Champion)

Chapter F
Dr. Martin Luther King

Chapter GLenord NeMoy (Mr. Spock)
Chapter H

Ted Sorenson (Special Assistant to President Kennedy)
Chapter I

General Neal (Publictity for General Schwartzkof in Desert Storm)
Chapter J

Victoria Clark (Publicity for the Pentagon, Gulf War)
Chapter J

Hap Holly, KC9RPChapter KBill Pasternak, WA6ITF
Chapter L

Jonathan Marks, (Radio Netherlands)
Chapter M

King Hussein, JY1
Chapter N

Wayne Green, W2NSD
Chapter M

Clarabell (later Captain Kangeroo) and Buffalo Bob (Howdy Doody Show)
Chapter O

Paul Haczela (Haczela v. Baxter Jury trial and Maine Supreme Court
cases, both won by me)

Chapter P
Kenton Quint (Somerset Telephone Company)

Chapter Q
Arthur Collins. W0CXX

Chapter R
Harry Dannals (Former ARRL President)

Chapter S

Dave Sumner, K1ZZ, ARRL
Chapter T

Maine Supreme Court Judges Webber, Delahanty, Alexander, and
ChiefJusitces Williamson and Saufley

Chapter U
William Riley Hollingsworth, K4ZDH (FCC)

Chapter V
John B. Johnston, W3BE (FCC)

Chapter W
Barry Goldwater, K7UGA

Chapter X
Herb Schoenbohm, KV4FZ

Chapter Y
San Voron, VK2BVS

Chapter Z
William Boyd (Hop-A-Long Casidy)

Chapter AA
Gene Autry (The Singing Cowboy)

Chapter AB
Leo Meyerson, W0GFQ (World Radio Labs; Globe Scout, Globe King, etc.)

Chapter AC
Bob Sherin, W4ASX

Chapter AD
Rich Whiten, WB2OTK

Chapter AE
Gene Shepard, K2ORS



Part 3

ESSAYS ON:

EDUCATION


K1MAN EDITORIAL - ED051021

Having taught math, physics, chemistry and substituted for K through
12 grades in all subjects for five years, I can you that there are
very serious problems in American education today. It is not that
kids are not learning enough to go to college and yet so many are
ignoring the manual trades instead. The kids are not learning the
basics of math, writing, and work ethics leading to college training
for professional work OR preparing for a trade such as carpentry or
plumbing, and the basics of math, writing, and work ethics are needed
for THESE trades and, indeed, ANY other job. Parents now are either
divorced or both working and TV used to baby sit babies so early
trains most kids to have ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) from the
getgo. Next, teachers (administrators, really) screw with the
curriculums, test, teach to the tests, etc., to "fix" the problem
including merging slow kids with fast kids so "nobody is left behind."
OK, but the fast kids are dragged behind out of proportion to the
admitted benefits to the slower kids. The solution? Short term is
drugs either administered by parents/teachers or by the kids
themselves. Long term. Good old American competition.

When I graduated from engineering school in 1968 I was recruited like
an all state football player. (Same today for engineering graduates
since there are so few who are willing or able to grind through the
rigors of engineering study.) At that time, the U.S. had only six
percent of the world population but thirty six percent of the world
income, six times more than is fair, right? World competition will
whittle that down, and our poorly educated and trained kids will have
to fight for the scraps as we move away from a convenient fossil fuel
world economy. It is not a pretty picture for those kids who don't
learn enough basics to compete. Find a way to teach the basics.
Many are home schooling. Christain schools are cheap enough and at
least the basics are learned. Few can afford private schools. Good
old world competition will smarten America up, and then watch out!

Kids won't learn multiplication tables or study the real rigors of
geometry. This is like a football player refusing to learn to block
and tackle. The FCC is trying hard to give licenses away while
trying even harder to take K1MAN's license (1964 Extra - tough then!)
back. All I have tried to do is smarten up amateur radio a bit.
What a shame that many hams don't want free on the air information and
super well organized emergency communications per the standards set by
IARN.* That is EXACTLY why amateur radio is in such tough shape as
well. Mental midgetry!

Tough to be a teacher during these radically changing times. And the
kids, like us, can't wait to have sex and make more kids who need to
be educated so they too can find meaningful work in life.



* "Great causes are never tried on the merits; but the cause is
reduced to particulars to suit the size of the partisans, and the
contention is ever hottest on minor matters." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
from his essay "Nature" 1844


Glenn Baxter, K1MAN

WAYNE GREEN, W2NSD, RESPONDS TO GLENN BAXTER, K1MAN

Subj: Re:Education
Date: 10/21/2005 8:16:55 PM Pacific Daylight Time
From: W2NSD
To: K1MAN14275

Being a solution oriented person I've researched the American education situation in depth. That's included hearings with K-12, high school and college principals and presidents testifying. I've read over 200 books on the subject and talked with many of the authors. I've personally visited and lectured at colleges such as Yale, Princeton, B.U., Case Western, Rensselaer, etc. I've met quite a few college presidents and talked with them about the problems and potential solutions.
Have you read the books by Gatto, Iserbyte, Bloom, Greenberg, Glasser, Wood, and Kohl?
Bottom line: our school system doesn't need fixing, it needs a revolution…and I'm going to lead it.
Are you familiar with the Sudbury Valley School? There are eight books written about it.

Wayne

RELIGION

MARRIAGE

WEALTH

AMERICA

HAVES AND HAVE NOTS
(Copyright 2004, all rights reserved)

An essay by Glenn A. Baxter, P.E.
Registered Professional Engineer
27 October 2004

HAVES AND HAVE NOTS


In the 1960’s the United States had six percent of the world population yet over thirty six percent of world income. Is this six times more than is fair? Did we work for it? Were we lucky? Did we just take it? Are we greedy? Are we dishonest? Are we bad? Are we good? Did we "steal" this land from Native Americans? Yes, indeed, all of the above.

Three major religions of the world are Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. I like to argue that Christianity is a "spin off" from Judaism, and Islam is a "spin off" from Christianity. I argue this to focus on anidentifiable "Mega Trend," if you will, on the history of human spiritual life. It has even been argued that Moses was really deposed Egyptian Pharaoh Ikhnaton, the first monotheist, who brokewith his priests (in a power grab?) and advocated worship of a single god, the sun disk. Thus the "spin offs" I talk about go back even further in history. Native Americans, thriving in North America at least 12,000 years ago and long before Moses, have a religion that is independent of all four, and the origin, I propose, of trancendentalism which, I propose, is a COMBINATION, of sorts, of those four. There are, basically, ten rules consistent with these, and we all probably can guess what they are. Harry Truman came to the conclusion that all religions seem to focus around the idea that you should treat others like you would want them to treat you.

Right now, our world, dominated by Christianity, is at war with another world, dominated by Islam. Christianity is mostly about love, and Islam deviates from this somewhat. Both religions are abused greatly, of course, and Christians are probably the worst offenders, if you really want to be fair about it. No, Christians don't fly into buildings, but we do some pretty darn nasty things, now don’t we?

Our world, here in the United States, is skating on the edge of extinction, all dependent on how long the world oil reserves hold out for us. Native Americans be patient, your land will be returned within 500 Years! Now, people in China, happy for twenty cents per hour, are openly bidding against us in the United States for the limited supply of oil, and many of them also have what it takes to walk into one of their car Dealerships and pay cash.

As I sit here substituting at Waterville High School, the kids are watching a movie in French class. They are being ENTERTAINED and learning close to nothing. Our competition across the oceans are, no doubt, working quite hard in English class. Many of them will come over here and take jobs right out from under our spoiled but very bright children. Have Nots in process, if you will. Nobody will have to steal anything!

Here, the really smart ones rob ALL of us on a daily basis and perfectly legally. These are all the ones paid by public funds and not really doing their jobs, including me right now. Rather than push the kids far beyond where they wanted to be pushed by a substitute teacher, I "caved in" and let them defer their assigned lesson for homework and start the movie a bitsooner than called for in the lesson plan for that day. The subs are pretty much expected to be abused by the kids or else cut them a little slack while the regular teacher is away. When the cat's away, the mice like to play. That is, de facto, "the syatem." I cannot buck "the system" as a mere substitute teacher, right? But I CAN write!

Yesterday, it cost me over twenty dollars in pizza prizes to find out if the kids could do a neat math problem that had me, an engineer, stumped when I first looked at it. I just had to find out. I did! The kids had no problem with it, and one bright young lady, of Asian decent, took a mere 30 seconds, and she was NOT motivted by pizza. She did it during a brief pause from her French assignment. (This was the same French class, which goes like this for a sub. 1) You give them the assignment which allows the kids to work in groups. They chat and fool around for 30 minutes. 2) They then do the assignment for 30 minutes, and 3) The final 30 minuites are spent socializing.) She was the only one in the room still working and learning French. The others just wanted to waste precious time, and this is when I decided to "bribe" those slackers with a pizza challenge. I am just reporting the facts Ma'am, just the facts.

So where does that leave us? Simple! A huge population, in the making, of Haves and Have Nots.

end




Part 4

PUBLISHED EDITORIALS:


AMERICAN AMATEUR RADIO DIGEST
February - 1997

EDITORIAL

We now have two truly national amateur radio organizations, ARRL and
AARA. The first is reactive, and the second is proactive. If ARRL
falls on its face, AARA will be there to pick up the pieces. Both
organizations have quite substantial structure, purpose, presence, and
functions within our beloved hobby and service. If you wish, you can
be a member of both, as I am.

ARRL is all or none. Full membership in ARRL is now $34, which is
generally perceived as subscribing to QST. AARA's full membership
is $35, with no magazine, and the paid in dues going for truly pure
amateur radio activities and services not provided by the League.
Instead of QST, AARA has its free IARN Amateur Information Bulletin
Service. Being heard and voicing your opinions in AARA is fast and
as simple as picking up the phone. Unique with AARA is a nice $10
"supporting membership" which is the price of an official AARA T shirt
or custom ID badge. By wearing either or both, the AARA member is
saying in public that he or she supports amateur radio.

AARA does not have paid advertisers. AARA does not sell equipment
insurance. AARA does not have a QSL bureau. AARA does not give
out DX awards. AARA does not need a staff of 100 plus people. AARA
can function quite effectively and efficiently without ARRL's multi
million dollar budget. In essence, AARA is a downsized and
re-engineered version of ARRL which is consistent with the current
trends of the Twenty First Century.

So what in the world is wrong with this? Absolutely nothing! Some
would argue that AARA will divide amateur radio. I say amateur radio
is already divided into two basic groups - phony and true Radio
Amateurs. We need a new structure for true hams to organize around,
and that new structure is AARA.

Stunned Silence

What is the reaction of the amateur radio media and the amateur radio
"establishment" to the emergence of AARA? Only the W5YI Report and
the Voice of Ham Reason (W9AQJ) have ever reported on even the
existence of AARA. How come; certainly AARA is newsworthy? QST,
CQ, 73, World Radio, Newsline, and RAIN have been stone silent. Why?
With the current and very real threat of amateur radio losing spectrum
to commercial interests and the realization that amateur radio public
credibility is severely diminished by new developments in our modern
world, ARRL has recently picked up on emergency communications as
being very important to our cause. For example, see QST, February,
1997 Page 80:

"....Ham radio continues to play an important role in disaster
relief communications....independent of the telephone network or
other radio services....."

and, Page 89:

"...Several major wide-area disaster operations nets have emerged
in the past years. They need your support. A good example is
the Hurricane Watch Net which meets on 14.325 MHz......"

Wrong! Good examples are the International Amateur Radio Network
(IARN) on 14.275 and the U.N. Radio Readiness Group on 14.268 MHz.
This is exactly what is wrong with amateur radio today. ARRL and the
other amateur radio media promote the trivial and ignore the important
things in our service. This is why new leadership from AARA is
needed! AARA has the courage and vision to promote the important and
ignore the trivial.

Why is this? Because important amateur radio activities sell fewer
magazine subscriptions than trivial activities do - simple as that!
This is why AARA does not depend on subscriptions and the associated
and necessary large numbers.

Amateur radio will restructure itself in accordance with prevailing
market forces. Distributors will fold and empires will crumble. I
have no problem with amateur radio going from 700,000 "ho hum" hams to
100,000 serious radio amateurs. AARA and IARN will do fine, but for
ARRL, this spells disaster. What is important is the best interests
of amateur radio as a serious hobby and service and not ARRL's profits
as an obsolete ham organization turned book and CD publisher. I truly
believe that a few serious and credible radio amateurs can hold our
spectrum better than the many amateurs today who pretend they are
important when they are really glorified CB operators and shallow
ham radio politicians pandered to by ARRL and others in the current
amateur radio "establishment."

If you think you are a big time or credible person in amateur radio,
look into the mirror the next time you comb your hair, or shave, or
powder your nose, or whatever you do when you are in front of a
looking glass. Ask yourself "Is K1MAN right, after all?" Examine
your own credibility regarding amateur radio. Do some soul searching.

The silence about AARA, IARN, and K1MAN in the "establishment" amateur
radio media recently is deafening isn't it? AARA's Twenty First
Century game plan is to ride up the current sun spot cycle (as IARN
did beginning 1985) and shift gears totally from the past struggles
with establishing the International Amateur Radio Network and the
legality and legitimacy of our daily information bulletin service.
Don't count amateur radio out yet. Join us in restructuring a hobby
which is changing just as rapidly as the rest of the world is
changing. If you disagree with this editorial, write your own, and
we will run it over IARN. 73 and GL - Glenn Baxter, K1MAN


TO BE OR NOT TO BE (A JOURNALIST)
- THAT IS THE QUESTION -
K1MAN EDITORIAL - 2 February 1997

After a lecture last Fall at Northwestern by Wall Street Journal
Editor Robert L. Bartley, I had an opportunity to talk privately with
him for about ten minutes. "Do you think Walter Cronkite is a true
journalist," I asked? He said "Yes." Naturally, I was pleased. We
then discussed concepts of the free press and pressures on the free
press by various conflicting corporate and political interests. In
short, Mr. Bartley felt that the free press in America is alive and
well.

What about a free press in Amateur Radio? In a discussion about this
yesterday, Walter Cronkite, KB2GSD, mentioned that his criteria for
true journalism was "If you are getting shots pretty much equally from
both sided of the road about your news coverage, then you are probably
doing a pretty good job of sticking to the middle of the road."

I discussed this once with Fred Maia, W5YI. Fred said that people
pressure him all the time not to mention or cover K1MAN at all in his
W5YI Report. "That's ridiculous, it's news," is Fred's response.
Using this as a guide, Fred is the closest thing we have in amateur
radio to true journalism, and QST magazine is the furthest away. The
other rags and "Amateur Radio Newsline" fall in between but gravitate
toward the QST end of the spectrum. 73 is very biased against K1MAN
and "Amateur Radio Newsline" is moderately biased against K1MAN in the
skimpy coverage given. Most amateur radio media simply ignore K1MAN,
IARN, and AARA, the American Amateur Radio Association.

Amateur radio is really a petty little clique using valuable public
frequency spectrum to further its petty little agendas. Serious
emergency communications work comes in dead last, and vanity call
signs come in first. This is what is wrong with the hobby, and that
is why our spectrum is so vulnerable. We fooled them for all these
years until IARN really did some serious stuff and thus exposed the
sham perpetrated by ARRL for such a long time. I agree that without
IARN, the sham could have continued considerably longer. In this
sense, IARN has, indeed, been harmful to the hobby. It was not
intentional. We never dreamed that ARRL and so many hams were such
total zeros.

Whenever someone comes forward to expose a scam, a sham, or serious
corruption, the other side uses the standard blue print to oppose this
threat: 1) Ignore, 2) Attack credibility, 3) Use a legal defense or
offense, and, finally, 4) Dirty tricks. This is a capsule summary of
K1MAN's relationship with much of the "Establishment amateur radio
community."

And this is exactly why we need IARN, and AARA, the American Amateur
Radio Association. It is the American way and wrapped up in our
system of the free press and checks and balances. Perhaps not
pleasant and comfortable, but that is the rough and tumble way that
things shake out in this particular country.

IARN's bulletin service maintains its balance and middle of the road
journalism by running Newsline and RAIN "as is" and talking about the
other side of amateur radio issues in separate parts of the program.
Secondly, IARN is open to anyone for uncensored input and freely open
discussion. What do you think? 73. Glenn Baxter, K1MAN


AMATEUR RADIO HARD BALL AT
THE PRESIDENTIAL LEVEL
K1MAN EDITORIAL - 3 FEBRUARY 1997

It is alleged in Amateur Radio Newsline this week that Regina Keeney
has backed away from President Clinton's nomination for her to serve
as an FCC Commissioner "For personal reasons." This is consistent
with her ham radio connections and shows how high up things can go in
our unique system of government with its checks and balances.

There is a thin line between corruption and politics in Washington,
and the FCC is very political. We have alleged time and again over
IARN bulletins that the FCC is very corrupt. Consider the following:

K1MAN was "fined" in 1990 for doing exactly what W1AW had been doing
for over 75 years. The first fine (of three) was appealed all the
way to the Full Commission in a brilliant brief designed by Bob
Sherin, W4ASX and written by Glenn Baxter, K1MAN. Bob is the guy who
beat the state of Florida in a major $300,000,000 computer software
case.

Our strategy was to file the appeal with black Commissioner Ervin S.
Duggan (appointed by President Carter) since he had recently given a
scathing speech to the FCC Bar about "lack of collegiality" (nice term
for corruption) at the Commission. It was sent Certified Mail. It
never showed up. Duggan's secretary (Tony Stevens) swore up and down
that it never arrived. A later Postal investigation showed that Ms.
Stevens had, indeed, signed for it. We also talked at length with
Duggan's legal coordinator, Michelle Farquar, after the appeal was
sent again and successfully hand delivered by Federal Express (harder
to corrupt, apparently, than the FCC post office). The appeal has
never seen the light of day since received by Ms. Farquar. The next
step, had we lost the appeal, was the U.S. Supreme Court, of course.

Remember the Felony Complaint Affidavits filed against Georgia hams
for interference to IARN bulletins? The originals were filed with
the U.S. Attorney in Bangor, Maine and copies with the FCC. When we
pressured the U.S. Attorney for criminal prosecution (under Sections
333 and 501 of the 1934 Communications Act) they wrote that the Felony
Complaints had been forwarded to the FCC. We then filed under the
Freedom of Information Act and asked the FCC what they had done about
the Felony Complaint Affidavits. Regina Keeney wrote to me that the
FCC had no record of receiving them when, of course, they allegedly
had. According to the wording of Sections 333 and 501, Keeney and
others in the FCC had just committed a felony. We immediately filed
formal criminal charges with the U.S. Attorney against the FCC in this
regard. Keeney was immediately promoted and Michelle Farquar took
her old position. By the way, formal criminal charges were also
filed with the U.S. Attorney against ARRL for deleting Sections 333
and 501 from their FCC Rule Book, also a felony according to the
wording of these statutes.

Keeney has been hyped in QST about her high positions at the
Commission and how she became interested in ham radio because her dad
was a ham, etc. Now President Clinton appoints her to become a Full
Commissioner. Can you just imagine us appearing at her Senate
Confirmation Hearing and waiving around these formal criminal charges
against everyone on national TV? In the context of the Whitewater
mentality on Capital Hill, there would be a great deal of interest in
the ham radio connection here. So, Ms. Keeney wisely stepped down.


OUR DIVERSITY IS OUR STRENGTH
K1MAN EDITORIAL - 19 FEBRUARY 1997

Len Winkler, KB7LPW, and I had a nice chat on the phone the other
evening about the status of our beloved hobby of amateur radio. Len
has asked me to be a guest on his national radio talk show, and I have
agreed to appear on March 16, 1997. It should be great fun.

As is quite common, Len is one of those individual hams who has
probably done more that is constructive for amateur radio than 99.9%
of anybody else in our service. The same can be said about other ham
Super Stars such as Bill Pasternak, Hap Holly, Fred Maia, Gordon West,
etc. Then we have the 20 meter service nets, UN Radio Readiness,
IMRA, IARN, etc. The thing that stuck me about Mr. Winkler is that
he is less than pleased with the support he has received from ARRL.
Here is a guy doing a bang up job of marketing amateur radio to the
public and ARRL can't deal with it! My conclusion is that different
factions in amateur radio are commonly 180 degrees out of phase with
with each other for what seems to be mostly petty reasons. If you
have 4.2 GigaWatts of power heading North opposed to 4.2 GigaWatts of
power heading South, some twerp with 100 MilliWatts can blow both of
them out of the water.

Amateur radio is quite powerful, but we are all out of phase. I do
not believe ARRL is a part of the solution but rather a major part of
the problem. Writing a letter to your ARRL Director is little more
than so much random noise.

I also believe that there is a growing realization in hamdom that old
K1MAN is not as crazy as many would have you believe. The various
factions mentioned above, including ARRL, all do their thing, but many
are 180 degrees out of phase with each other and a common positive
direction. OK, the League doesn't want to get in bed with Len
Winkler. Neither does Gordon West. Many don't want to get in bed
with K1MAN; some don't want to even be seen with the guy - he is too
controversial. This if fine! We don't all have to get in bed with
each other to mutually align ourselves in a positive direction for
the best interests of amateur radio. Our diversity is really our
strength.

Let us say, for example, that a good direction for amateur radio is
due North, a heading of 0 degrees. Suppose ARRL is on a heading of,
say, 75 degrees. Should we be afraid to be brutally critical of
them or is it better to bash them on the head and cause them to
improve their course to 70 degrees, etc.? The same goes for all the
other factions in amateur radio including K1MAN. We receive lots of
criticism and make frequent course changes accordingly.

The great myth in amateur radio is that the League is amateur radio.
Baloney! The League is a leading publisher, has a lobbying arm, has
Directors who are mostly petty politicians with very little "hands on"
amateur radio experience, and they often use their jealous muscle and
momentum in very counterproductive ways.

The truth is that amateur radio is ARRL, Dayton, Newsline, WB6NOA,
Newsline, RAIN, AMSAT, Maritime Mobile, Intercon, W5YI, IARN, AARA,
QCWA, 73, CQ, World Radio, Len Winkler, IMRA, ham fests all over the
country, etc., etc., ad infinitum. ARRL is only a small part of the
puzzle.

Hey guys and gals, lets get smart and use our diversity more in phase
and in more of a common positive direction. Who is to say which
direction is best? That is why we have free and open discussions.
The single best thing that QST and all other amateur radio media can
do is scrap being petty and open up their publications to more diverse
viewpoints. If they don't, IARN and AARA will continue to blast
them and forever corner the market on "freedom of speech."

ARRL wants to take a "Retain the Code" position? That's cool! Mr.
Winkler chooses to promote "Get rid of the code." This is also cool!
AARA and IARN have not taken a position on this issue and might not
any time soon.

I am not proposing that we all get in bed with each other. I am not
proposing that we all agree with each other. If necessary, let's
openly and publicly agree to disagree!! I am suggesting that ARRL is
not the only game in town but rather a small faction (and an important
one) in amateur radio. AARA, the American Amateur Radio Association,
is in direct competition with ARRL, and all radio amateurs should
welcome this. It is sort of like Penn State joining the Big Ten.
They are brutal competition, but the net result is good for that
powerful conference and good for college football.

What can you do? Stop being petty and stop being so cliquish. If
you don't, we are going to lose our precious hobby - just like a 100
MilliWatt station blowing away two 4.2 GigaWatt stations 180 degrees
out of phase. The commercial interests who want all of our spectrum
are strong, but we, collectively, are stronger by far. They would
have us default to petty squabbles among ourselves, and we should not
be stupid enough to fall for that old trick.

If you think K1MAN is a bum, say so publicly and explain why. I
think ARRL are bums, and I explain why publicly. Such editorial
activities are good for amateur radio. Such is what makes America so
great. Our diversity is our strength. What do you think? Let us
know, and we will be happy to run your views over IARN. 73 and GL,
Glenn Baxter, K1MAN 207 495 2215 E-Mail K1MAN14274 @ AOL.COM


K1MAN Editorial - 21 June 1997
ARRL's "Democracy" is a Shallow Sham

The following is an editorial by Glenn Baxter, K1MAN, and does not
necessarilly reflect the views of AARA, the American Amateur Radio
Association or IARN, the International Amateur Radio Network. What
is your response? Your views are welcome and will be aired over this
program, unedited, except for profane language, of course. Our
Telephone number is 207 495 2215. Thats 207 495 2215. Our E-Mail
address is K1MAN14275 @ AOL.com. Thats K1MAN14275 @ AOL.com. Our
mailing address is AARA, Belgrade Lakes, Maine 04918. Thats AARA,
Belgrade Lakes, Maine. 04918.

The July, 1997 issue of QST is full of talk about "Democracy." On
page 9 is David Sumner, K1ZZ's Editorial claiming that ARRL is a
"Working Democracy." Actually, ARRL's so called "democracy" is a
well managed commercial business which masquerades as a quasi
government or government agency which is a cross between the old
Soviet regime's Polit Bureau system and the "Good Old Boys" gang
mentality we sometimes still see in the southern part of the United
States. More about this later.

Now turn to page 70 of the July, 1997 edition of QST. There we see
coverage of the Great Debate held at the 1997 Dayton Hamvention.
Pictured are the debaters Joe Schroeder, W9JUV and ARRL First Vice
President Steve Mendelsohn, W2ML (formerly WA2DHF), dressed in a nice
suit, white shirt, and wearing tennis shoes. No kidding! Tennis
shoes! I was there, and I taped the whole thing. So did Hap Holly,
KC9RP, Editor of the RAIN Report out of Chicago. And Boy can Hap
edit! And so can ARRL! A better wording would be to surpress
legitimate and constructive opinions and information and rob the truth
from the amateur radio public.

Some more editing by ARRL is that Joe Schroeder properly characterized
the League as being Mug Rumps. You know, a pig with his mug where
his rump should be and hus rump where his mug should be and always
looking backwards. Right on Joe. Here is Joe himself:

" "

Now look at ARRL's overall summary of the Great Debate and their
totally inaccurate and misleading version of Joe's constructive
criticism of the League at the 1997 Dayton Hamvention found on page 70
of the July, 1997 issue of QST:

"Mendeldohn concluded that the League 'was doing all it
can, within financial constraints, to promote the future
of amateur radio,' while Schroeder maintained that there
were 'Still a few areas that need improvement.'"

Baloney! Alice in Wonderland, candy coated, rewriting history to
conform with the League party line of minrepresentation for the
purpose of furthering their commercial and totally obsolete and
dinosaur publishing business baloney. Get out of IARN's way during
the next major international amateur radio emergency activation,
generating more good PR for amateur radio in a week than ARRL could
gererate in 75 years, at zero cost to ARRL; just get out of the way of
genuine radio amateurs who actually get on the air....on HF!!........,
and you will inprove your contribution to amateur radio by five or
six billion percent!! When is the last time you heard an ARRL
bureaucrat actually on the air? I actually did hear an ARRL director
on 20 meters, once, Jim Haynie, WB5JBPB, about five years ago. I
literally could not believe my ears!

ARRL guys walk around ham fests with their little red ARRL ID badges
and generally keep pretty quiet. Then they sit around at Board
meetings in Newington Connecticut, totally isolated from the real
amateur radio world and pontificate about what is best for our great
service and hobby. Give me break.....are you awake...up there in the back row??!!

The most profound thing that came up at this Great Debate series at
Dayton (hosted by Ham Radio and More's Len Winkler, KB7LPW) was a
suggestion from the floor that ARRL should have a popular election
for President with multiple canditates and open debate. Hap Holly
edited this out of his Dayton coverage and, of course, QST failed to
mention this in their coverage. For shame Hap, zero credibility,
Holly. For shame, negative credibility, ARRL. FOR SHAME! Here is that segment that I recorded at Dayton and which Hap Holly and ARRL
thought they could surpress and therefore rob from the unsuspecting
amateur radio public:


W3ICM: "I'm Fred, W3ICM. I would like to have the opportunity to
elect the President of the ARRL, and in order to do that you've got to
change the by-laws. I believe if you had multiple candidates running
for the President; each one with perhaps different policies, good ideas, new ideas; would be a much much healthier organization. I
would like your comments, both of you, on that, thank you."

Mendelsohn: "Well the way to make that happen, the mechanism, is to
get your Director to request the by-law change, and then if the other
Directors go along with it, then its a done deal.:

W3ICM: "Are you for it or against it?"

Mendelsohn: "Am I for it or against it? I don't have a vote. The
Directors........"

W3ICM: "Personally, your opinion!?"

Mendelsohn: "My personal opinion? My personal opinion is that 15
Directors, who answer to the members, are the ones who will decide.
It would be improper for me to without knowing the structure of it."

Schroeder: "All right, well I'll take the counter view, and I think
it would be a good Idea to do that. I think it would give us still a little more voice in what the League, the direction the League takes.
But as Steve says, it would take a lot of maneuvering to bring that
about."

Oh the ARRL is such a wonderful Democracy, but a popular election for
President with multiple candidates and open debate? Ohhhhhhhh no we
can't do that!! What would happen to our Good Old Boy's Club? How
could we continue to babboozle all radio amateurs world wide for
another 75 years? How can we run a commercial book business if we
have popular elections with multiple canditates and open debate?

The truth is that Steve Mendelsohn and Dave Sumner are the only ones
in ARRL who are allowed to speak out publicly; much like in the old
Soviet regime. And they can utter only the party line; much like the
old Soviet Rrgime.

Am I being critical of ARRL? Yes I am! Steve Mendelsohn told us at
Daytom that ARRL welcomes criticism.....but he was only kidding.
Listen for yourself:

" "


A couple of years ago I said to Steve "Why don't you get rid of Dave
Sumner?" Her said, and this is an exact quote, "That would be like
buying Disney Land and firing Mickey Mouse." He is right; ARRL is,
indeed, a Mickey Mouse outfit and certainly not a Democracy by any
stretch of the imagination. It is a business masquerading as a
democracy. Let me read Dave Sumner's Editorial found on Page 7 of
the July, 1997 issue os QST:

" "

Now let me read you the QST coverage of the Great Debate at the 1997
Dayton Hamvention:

" "

Now let us hear Steve Final summary at the Great Debate:


" "

For Steve Mendelsohn and Dave Sumner to try and pass off ARRL as a
Democracy on the one hand and surpress ideas from the floor of the
public debating room at the 1997 Dayton Hamvention on the other is
hypoctacy to the nth degree. You can fool all of the people some of
the time; you can fool some of the people all of the time; but you
can't fool all of the people all of the time. Heeeeelllllllloooooooo!!
So, once again, here is the most profound thing that came up at the
1997 Dayton Hamvention and which has been suppressed by zero
credibility RAIN producer Hap Holly, KC9RP, and the candy coated,
disinformation, amateur radio fairy land magazine known as QST:

" "

I think it is a good idea. A popular election for the President of
ARRL. We could all have a say, then! There would then be the same
checks and balances as we have is the United States for of Democracy.
ARRL could then compete effectively with AARA which doesn't even claim
to be a Democracy. IBM is not a Democracy. The W5YI Group is not
a Democracy. CNN is not a Democracy. IARN is not a Democracy.
AARA is not a Democracy. All have one thing in common, however.
None falsley claim to be a Demoocracy on the one hane while
simultaneously suppressing truly Democratic ideas on the other. None
intententially try, every time, to screw up large scale amateur radio
emergency operations as ARRL did as recently as Hurricane Marilyn just
over two years ago. Then ARRL, riding on the coatails and work of
IARN, goes to Congress and says "Please save our frequency spectrum,
after all, look at what we do during emergencies!" Hypocricy,
Hypocricy, Hypocricy. If you look up the word "hypocricy" in the
dictionary you will see a beautiful color picture of ARRL's
Headquarters building at 225 Main Street in Newington Conneticut!!

The final image I wish to leave you with is Steve Mendelsohn, W2ML
(formerly WA2DHF) at the 1997 Daytom Hamvention Great Debate. See
Page 70 of the July, 1997 edition of QST. Steve Mendelsohn is First
Vice President and heir apparent to leading ARRL and its 172,000
unsuspecting "members" into the 21st century. (Most ARRL "members"
are just QST subscribers, pure and simple. The thing about 172,000
"members" is a hoax, pure and simple.) There he is, Steve
Mendelsohm, (or is it meddlesome?) neatly dressed in a dark suit and
white shirt and wearing tennis shoes! Looks like a bag lady! No, a
bag man! That's it! Steve Mendelsohn is ARRL's "Bag Man." How
appropropriate! No doubt he is, indeed, head of ARRL's "Dirty Tricks
Department." Defamation, Incorporated. LDI. League Defamation,
Incorporated.

How sad! Steve is a Dayton Ham of the Year. Steve is the "father"
of amateur radio's participation in the huge New York City marithon.
Steve can do better. ARRL can do better. My fello radio amateurs
all over the world, we can all do much better. Too many in the
general public perceive us as "Knuckle Heads." Hap Holly, KC9RP, and
Vern Jackson, WA9RPR, do a truly wonderful job in providing extremely
interesting and pertinemt amateur radio audio material for tens of
thousands of us first class and dedicated radio amateurs to listen to
throughout the year. Bill Pasternak, WA6ITF, also a Dayton Ham of
the Year, provides amateur radio opererators world wide with a very
professional 20 minute audio capsule of ham news that evryone can hear
each week and enjoy. It is called Amateur Radio Newsline and it is
the bread and butter portion of our program each week. I am telling
you guys and gals, if we don't hang together, and if we don't do it
real soon, we will all hang collectively. Not one at a time; they
have tried that already, and it doesn't work with radio amateurs.
There are sinister forces among us. These are commercial interests
with big money behind the scenes egging us on to fight among
ourselves. A house divided cannot stand and they know it. Don't be
fooled by those greedy commercial slime balls. I was at the 1997
Dayton Hamvention. The cream of the crop from all over the world
goes to Dayton. 99.999% are first class hams and not the knuckle
heads that the public is beginning to think we all are. Wake up
radio amateurs before we lose it everything. Heeeeelllllloooooo!!

The preceeding has been an editorial by Glenn Baxter, K1MAN, and does
not necessarilly reflect the views of AARA, the American Amateur Radio
Association or IARN, the International Amateur Radio Network. What
do you think? Your views are welcome and will be aired over this
program, unedited, except for profane language, of course. Our
Telephone number is 207 495 2215. Thats 207 495 2215. Our E-Mail
address is K1MAN14275 @ AOL.com. Thats K1MAN14275 @ AOL.com. Our
mailing address is AARA, Belgrade Lakes, Maine 04918. Thats AARA,
Belgrade Lakes, Maine. 04918. And yes, the pen is, indeed, mightier
than the sword. But the sword (vis a vis criminal and legal process)
does have a quite healthy bite never the less.

AMERICAN AMATEUR RADIO DIGEST
(AARD)
May 2001

FCC CHAIRMAN MICHAEL POWELL NOMINATED TO SERVE A SECOND TERM

Elevated to FCC Chairman earlier this year by President George Bush,
the son of the Secretary of State, if approved by the U.S. Senate,
will serve until June 2007. Susan Ness will leave the FCC June 1st.


AMATEUR RADIO GROWING FOLLOWING RESTRUCTURING

Licensed radio amateurs has grown 6600 or about 1% since last April
in a post restructuring (eliminating 13 and 20 WPM Morse exams) spurt.


EDITORIAL BY GLENN BAXTER, K1MAN, AARA EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR - ED010507

Amateur radio is growing again according to recent licensing figures
following restructuring. Reducing Morse code requirements to 5 words
per minute has opened some doors, for sure, but, Amateur Radio, like
the weather, is much different that just a few years ago. Since radio
spectrum available to amateurs is gradually being reduced, we do not
really need net growth as long as an increasing general population
balances a smaller percentage of the population interested in our
unique service. Computers have attracted a lot of time and attention
away from our hobby. Dirt cheap long distance phone cards have taken
much of the glamour away from the Radio Amateur's previous monopoly
over low cost voice communications. No longer is a ham with a hand
held and auto patch in the lime light of the public. All this is
hard to swallow for us egotistical hams who like to ham it up in front
of the public.

Ham radio needs to be redefined, and our interests and efforts need to
be renewed and redirected. Simple as that! When people ask me
about the big (Hustler) hf (20 meter) antenna on my car, I proudly
explain how I can talk directly to hams in Australia without the use
of satellites. They appear to be quite impressed with that! There
are some really cool things about amateur radio that will always be
cool!

Apart from all this, when the luster and novelty of computers and the
internet competing for our time and interest dies down a bit, there
are a wealth of fun things to discover and rediscover in ham radio.
How about going into the shack and start making some serious contacts
on CW again? Are you man enough or woman enough to get on CW this
summer?


AMERICAN AMATEUR RADIO DIGEST
(AARD)
June 2001


FCC's RILEY HOLLINGSWORTH, K4ZDH, SPEAKING AT DAYTON

He said that detailed FCC regulation is not in the picture and that
without California, amateur enforcement would be a one day a week job
and that we would not need most of the rules. He cited "stupidity"
and unlicensed 10-meter operation as providing the grist for most FCC
enforcement. He brought several articles indicating the thurst of
commercial interests for amateur spectrum. Hollingsworth said
"Without a national approach, you are a 'sitting duck.' It is very
important to have a national voice. You can't survive without it."


WHERE DID "73" COME FROM?

It was part of a shorthand called "Phillips Code" developed by Walter P. Phillips in 1879 to facilitate newspaper and court reporting transmitted over electric telegraph landlines. Enduring today is
"30" for "No more, End," "73" for "Best regards," and "88" for "Love
and kisses."


EDITORIAL BY GLENN BAXTER, K1MAN, AARA EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR - ED010612

DO FCC LAWYER RILEY HOLLINGSWORTH, K4ZDH, AND FORMER
DAYTON "HAM OF THE YEAR" BILL PASTERNAK, WB6ITF,
TRULY REPRESENT YOUR BEST AMATEUR RADIO INTERESTS?

We had a target start date for the return of the IARN Amateur Radio
Talk Show to HF on June 1, 2001. Bill Pasternak gleefully reports
this week on his often biased, impertinent, and misleading "Amateur
Radio Newsline" report, heard on a few repeaters around the country,
that these K1MAN "Information Bulletins" were not heard, and that hams
opposed to the bulletins were intentionally occupying 14.275 and 3.975
MHz. in order to prevent the scheduled event. Bill further states
(incorrectly) that K1MAN "Information Bulletins" could not legally
come on an already occupied frequency. If this were true (it is not)
then anyone could also prevent ARRL's W1AW from coming on at any time
and even shut the entire ARRL W1AW operations down if desired. The
fact is that any station control operator on a frequency with the
intent to prevent W1AW or K1MAN from transmitting would be committing
a felony under United States statutes punishable by five years in
federal prison and a $10,000 fine.

So, does the intentionally misleading "independent reporter" Bill
Pasternak, WA6ITF, represent your best amateur radio interests? I
think not!

Bill also reports that those who are opposed the IARN Amateur Radio
Talk Show on amateur radio HF have nothing to worry about. On the
contrary, they have PLENTY TO WORRY ABOUT......THE TRUTH! When the
time is right, K1MAN "Information Bulletins" will return to HF. The
station is now ready to go, at the flick of a switch, but the time was
just not quite right on our target date of June 1, 2001.

FCC lawyer Riley Hollingsworth, K4ZDH, said at Dayton this year that
hams occupy spectrum worth billions of dollars and that without a
national approach, we were "sitting ducks." Short of being a valid
candidate for sainthood, would you trust Riley with billions of
dollars of your money? Our personal experience with Riley is that
he is a totally devious attorney who thinks nothing of tampering with
Certified Mail and has a lack of integrity consistent with the sorry
image that many government officials and federal judges project to the
public these days. As recently as last night, the popular ABC
program "The Practice" focused on typical government and judicial
corruption that is totally consistent with our common popular
experiences these days. When the IARN Amateur Radio Talk Show
returns to the air, Riley Hollingsworth and the alleged fraud I know
he is perpetrating on the amateur radio public will be a prime target.

EDITORIAL BY GLENN BAXTER, K1MAN, AARA EXECUTIVE
DIRECTOR - ED010416

WHERE DOES AMATEUR RADIO FIT IN?
(Copyright 2005, all rights reserved)

The first human revolution was the Neolithic Revolution about 8000
years before Christ where people began planting and growing for the
production of food rather than hunting and/or gathering it. This
brought men and women together for longer periods of time which then
required the development of more sophisticated cultures and language.

The second revolution was when the Phonecians invented the alphabet
in about 2000 BC to record and communicate within and between
cultures in a twenty six character code that represented how language
actually sounds. One could argue that Eastern cultures such as China
and Japan have done OK without the alphabet, however, I argue that the
alphabet concept is the one that rises to the revolution category.

Next was the Gutenberg's invention of the printing press and movable
type in 1760. The first physicist (and the person who first
discovered electricity), Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790), was big into
this type of printing as exemplified by his "Poor Richard's Almanac."
Benjamin Franklin's autobiography, by the way, is highly recommended
reading for anyone.

Then we started the Industrial Revolution with James Watt's invention
of the steam engine in 1769. Many people say that the Information
Revolution came next. Actually, the Information Revolution was well
under way as already begun by Gutenberg. As we should agree, the
Industrial and Information Revolutions are closely intertwined.

The Information Revolution got a big boost with the advent of low cost
paper back books, as both revolutions benefited from the invention of
fractional horsepower motors powered by Thomas Edison's (1847 -1931)
methods for generation and distribution of electricity.

The stage was set for another big boost in both revolutions with
Samuel Morse's invention of the telegraph in 1837 followed by
Alexander Graham Bell's invention of the telephone in 1876. After
the invention of the ENIAC computer at MIT during World War II and
Univac's vacuum tube computer after this war (vacuum tubes invented by
DeForest 1773 - 1961), we had William Shockley's invention of the
transistor in 1947 and Jack Kilby's invention of the integrated
circuit in the mid 1960's. All this makes the internet possible
which is becoming increasingly available to everyone and helped along
by the developments of user friendly software by Bill Gates and
others.

There was also the discovery of radio (mathematically by James Clerk
Maxwell 1831-1879) and its its first use by Marconi in 1895. After
World War II, black and white television became perfected, with color
totally perfected in the 1960's. THIS is where ham radio fits in.
Ham radio deals with communications via waves as opposed to wires.

The paper back book was giant leap forward in making information
available to the masses but is now pretty much over shadowed in many
ways by the internet. But what has the role and impact of amateur
radio been, and what is its role for the future? Good question!

Amateur Radio has served as facilitator in the practical development
of communications in general and radio communications in particular.
Men like Arthur Collins, W0CXX, and inventor Hiram Percy Maxim, W1AW,
were hams, and many scientists and engineers today got their initial
boosts in scientific thinking from Amateur Radio. A recent Nobel
Prize winner in physics is a ham. Amateur Radio was dead center
stage in the 1940's and 1950's. Now, computers are on center stage
along with guys like Bill Gates who, in earlier times, probably would
have been a ham.

Just as it is tough to turn forty and realize you are no longer 20, it
is tough for "die hard" hams to realize that we are no longer on
center stage. We will always have enough people, however, to hold
on to enough radio spectrum to do our thing and continue to make a big
difference in the world. I agree with the IARU's decision to focus
this year on emergency communications. IARN, the International
Amateur Radio Network, has been the world leader in this area for the
last 14 years, and it is time for other amateur radio groups (such as
ARRL) to put some serious efforts into this area for a change. AARA
and IARN would certainly welcome this, since we can't do it all by
ourselves.

We simply need to adapt the new technology now available and
reengineer our efforts to keep wireless, direct, point to point
communications ready to step in when disaster disrupts the phone
systems and/or satellite communications. Amtor, packet, and voice
SSB are slow, but they work without wires, commercial power, or
commercial satellites. When the right disasters come along, as they surely will, hams will always be able to briefly step out to the very
center of the world stage. Let's do it and be ready for those times!
Go to www.K1MAN.org and find out how IARN

K1MAN AND THE FCC IN BATTLE

K1MAN BULLETIN - B051017 - K1MAN LICENSE EXPIRATION TODAY

IARN and AARA have been flooded with questions about the effect on
K1MAN's FCC license which expires today. There is NO EFFECT, since
a renewal application was timely filed and no FCC action has been
taken so far on K1MAN's renewal request.

Secondly, the $21,000 Notice of APPARENT liability issued to K1MAN has
not been affirmed by the Commission, and the FCC has also failed to
provide the discovery documents requested by K1MAN for his trial like
hearing preparation. This requested hearing has not been granted.
Both are guaranteed by the 14th Amendment to the United States
Constitution with regard to K1MAN's right to due process of law.

Thirdly, by statute, none of the issues raised in the $21,000 Notice
of APPARENT liability can ever be used in any other legal prooceeding
such as a renewal hearing or even a revocation hearing unless the
fine is actually paid (admission of guilt) or collected (determination
of guilt).

Fourthly, most of the issues raised in the $21,000 NAL were also
raised in the 1990 NALs which were never paid or collected and thus
are barred by statute (or estopped) from being used again.

Fifthly, the Commission has been notified that K1MAN will continue to
operate indefinitely until all the legal matters regarding K1MAN's
license are settled in court, and the FCC has not disputed this
entitled K1MAN right to indefinite continued operation.

What was the FCC thinking when they opened up this K1MAN pandora's
box? "Let me guess," says Glenn Baxter, K1MAN, "They weren't.
K1MAN's bulletin service is legally the same as W1AW and no more of a
promotion of AARA, the American Amateur Radio Association, than W1AW
is a promotion of ARRL. When I got my Novice license in 1956, I
listened to W1AW code practice and had to buy an ARRL handbook to see
if I had coppied correctly. All AARA does is give out its web site
www.K1MAN.com so listeners can check the thus published K1MAN bulletin
schedule. Anything else is incidental, just as talking someone in to
a ham fest and then charging admission at the gate is incidental.
QST QST de W1AW is certainly promoting the League's magazine but also incidental. The FCC is a very corrupt agency and has been lobbied by
equally corrupt ARRL, scared to death of strong competition from AARA.
The League has recently mismanaged emergency funds, a crime against
humanity, in my opinion," Mr. Baxter says.

K1MAN EDITORIAL - ED041208 -

WHAT MOTIVATES K1MAN?


All the controversy about K1MAN would made a good subject for an in
depth study by a top rate Management Consulting firm such as McKinsey
or Booz, Allen & Hamilton. It would likewise make a good study in
the area of psychology or even political science. The heated
controversy is really a quite valid microcosm of society in general
just as are the TV shows "Survivor" and even "Big Brother." The
K1MAN controversy also says a lot about American politics, corruption,
big business, or all three intertwined.

It is just amazing to me just how petty and how ignorant so many
Americans in general and hams in particular really are. Using several
hundred 2004 internet posts about K1MAN as well as hundreds of 1 800
262 9543 callers and E-mails to K1MAN14275@AOL.COM as our data, we can
learn much and draw many conclusions about humans and how they
interact with one another. The callers to K1MAN this year are about
evenly split with supporters and detractors. The internet posts seem
to be about 15% supporters and 85% detractors. Thus there seems to
be a statistically significant difference between the two groups. In
person at Dayton there appears to be about 90% supporters and 10%
detractors. This is also significant.


IN GENERAL

Looking at all groups combined, the arguments go something like this:

Supporters:

1. K1MAN is perfectly legal; if W1AW does it, and they do, K1MAN can
do it as well.

2. K1MAN programming is diversified and interesting and a valid part
of amateur radio.

3. It is neat to be able to call in to the short wave talk show via
an 800 number and voice your opinions.

4. K1MAN works hard to promote amateur radio.

5. If you don't like it, don't listen; there is plenty of radio
spectrum available and room for everyone.

6. K1MAN, AARA (the American Amateur Radio Association), and IARN
(the International Amateur Radio Network) are an alternative to ARRL.

7. K1MAN is easy to avoid if you wish since the transmitting schedule
and frequencies are quite easy to figure out.


Detractors:

1. The programs are worthless and therefore a waste of spectrum.

K1MAN RESPONSE:

75% of the programming is ARRL Audio News and Bill Pasternak's
Amateur Radio Newsline, both done quite well. All callers to our 800
number are aired UNEDITED. Glenn Baxter does do hard hitting
editorials, but he encourages others to submit their editorials as
well, and nothing is turned down. There are many technical pieces
and interviews of other hams. You can frequently hear FCC, ARRL and
other "big wigs" on the program. The show supports and defers to
IARN (the International Amateur Radio Network) which takes health and
welfare traffic at IARNtraffic@aol.com and AMTOR on 14.127 LSB (sel
call KMAN) and also deploys relief amateur radio operators to disaster
zones during times of communications emergency. Worthless? The
State of Maine Legislature doesn't think so and officially recognized
K1MAN on March 13, 1991 saying:

"Glenn Baxter, of Belgrade Lakes, Maine, who as a coordinator
and ham radio operator for the International Amateur Radio
Network and the International Amateur Radio Network Peace
Corps, has served humankind through his noble efforts to
facilitate international communication for the disaster
stricken areas of the world"

Vermont Academy named Glenn Baxter as a Distinguished Alumnus on
October 1, 1993 (called the Dr. Florence Sabin Award) for the same
reasons cited by the Maine Legislature.

Neither of the above honors ever appeared in QST or were even
mentioned on Bill Pasternak's Amateur Radio Newsline. Bill, WA6ITF,
is a Dayton Ham of the Year. Petty professional jealousy, plain and
simple.

Nay, the FCC "Fined" K1MAN $3,600 in 1990 and the libel printed about
K1MAN in QST has naturally swayed many hams into the detractor group.
These "fines" were appealed to the Full FCC Commission, and the appeal
was "deep sixed." Right here in America, which guarantees "Equal
Justice For All."

All this in spite of the fact that Robert McNamara, FCC Chief of
Special Services, wrote in 1989:


"Dear Mr. Black:

This responds to your letter to Chairman Alfred C. Sikes
concerning Mr. Glenn A. Baxter, licensee of amateur radio
station K1MAN. You state that station K1MAN interferes with
your communications by transmitting recorded one-way
communications.

We are familiar with the nature of the transmissions by K1MAN
and find that they fall in the same category as the information
bulletins transmitted by amateur station W1AW, which is
licensed to the American Radio Relay League's Headquarters
Operators' Club. Amateur service information bulletins are
authorized by Section 97.111(b)(6) of the Commissions's rules,
47 C.F.R. Paragraph 97.111(b)(6).

I trust this is responsive to your inquiry.



Sincerely,



(signed)

Robert H. McNamara

Chief, Special Services Division
Federal Communications Commission
Washington, D.C. 20554"

and,


CERTIFIED MAIL 7099 3400 0015 4631 9175

To: Edward M. Kelly, Electronics Engineer
Richard H. Calligan, Compliance Specialist
Michael F. Mattern, Electrical Engineer

Federal Communications Commission
One Battery March Park
Quincy, Ma. 02169-7495
617 786 7746 ekelly@fcc.gov

From: Glenn A. Baxter, P.E., K1MAN
Registered Professional Engineer
800 262 9543 K1MAN14275@aol.com

Date 2 December 2004

Subject: Your historic inspection of Amateur Radio Station
K1MAN at 3:25 P.M. on 30 November 2004



I sincerely enjoyed meeting all of you FCC Boston office Agents
personally here on Baxter Point in Belgrade Lakes, Maine and giving
an extended guided tour of Amateur Radio Station K1MAN. I was quite
pleased with Senior Agent Kelly's final assessment that he found K1MAN
to be in "full compliance" (his exact words) with all FCC rules and
regulations. Your very thorough inspection included:

1) 14.275 MHz. USB transmitting equipment.

2) 3.975 MHz. LSB transmitting equipment.

3) 3.890 MHz. AM transmitting equipment.

4) Control Operator's telephone interface equipment and its
operation.

5) Studio and taping equipment.

6) Amateur Extra and Commercial FCC licenses on display.

7) Antenna farm and tuning equipment.

8) Digital photographs were also taken by Agent Mattern.


It was personally gratifying for me to share with you a brief history
of the International Amateur Radio Network (IARN) since its inception
with the 1985 Mexico City earthquake and to observe your obvious and
sincere interest in these very significant Amateur Radio emergency
operations.

Finally, we all discussed some of the disturbing field engineering
problems that are and will be encountered nationwide which are being
caused by BPL. Your visit was concluded by you showing me your very
impressive (stealth) FCC van and its pin point transmitter locating
equipment which allows FCC agents to drive right to within a few feet
any transmitter location as you did in this case.

Thanks again for coming to visit, and I enthusiastically commend all
of you for your high degree of professionalism displayed during this
historic inspection of Amateur Radio Station K1MAN. Best personal
regards to the rest of your Boston staff.


Sincerely,



(signed)
__________________________________________
Glenn A. Baxter, P.E., K1MAN




cc: W. Riley Hollingsworth, Esq.
Federal Communications Commission
Gettysburg, Pa. 17325-7245
(via separate Certified Mail 7099 3400 0015 4631 9182)

Released to the general Amateur Radio community
and Amateur Radio media




2. K1MAN is an ego maniac.

K1MAN RESPONSE:

Yes I am! I don't like to be pushed around by petty punks either!
Now, are any of you a bit dysfunctional as well? And what have YOU
done for amateur radio RECENTLY?


3. K1MAN is mentally sick.

K1MAN RESPONSE:

True story. My loving wife Bonnie (married 25 years) and I went to
counseling years ago. The counselor at first said there was very
little wrong. Then she got the gist of me. She quit counseling. I
swear to God. She closed her office for good. Am I sick? You bet
I am, and I am quite proud to be mentally ill! Ask Bonnie! She will
tell you that I even talk to myself. And there is no known cure for
whatever it is that I have. I have never been to a hamfest where the
limit to the stuff I bought was less that what the car or airplane
would hold. I once donated a two ton truckload of antique ham gear
to Leo Meyerson's (W0GFQ) museum in Omaha, Nebraska, and you could
not even tell that anything was missing from any of my seven ham
shacks.

Picture this! I lay down on the shrink's couch. "What is bothering
you Glenn?" the shrink asks. "Well, Doctor, Riley this, ARRL that,
QRM here, Certified FCC letters there; let me tell you about IARN and
AARA................Hey Doc, did I just see you taking a nip from that
bottle you bought right after my first visit?" The next thing you
know is the shrink needs to go to another shrink, and I get both bills!


4. K1MAN fired up right on top of me!

K1MAN RESPONSE:

Note the frequency and the time. You can avoid that problem tomorrow.
Write to Riley. "Glenny won't let me play in the sand box, and I
don't like him because he is friends with Billy, and Billy doesn't
like Joey, etc., etc. Also, what does W1AW do? Finally, to QRZ the
frequency and then QSY causes much more disruption than just sticking
to a published schedule. Come on guys, this is a bogus emotional non
issue, really.


4. K1MAN has no control operator.

K1MAN RESPONSE:

Your point?


5. K1MAN should have his ticket "yanked."


K1MAN RESPONSE:

Without due process of law? Check at the Post Office. This is
America!


6. K1MAN violates the rules.

K1MAN RESPONSE:

If so, would it not be easy for the FCC to take action? It must be
that K1MAN is in full compliance, right?


8. Write to the FCC and force them to act.

K1MAN RESPONSE:

Act on what? K1MAN is legal. Riley saying he isn't does not make
it so. This is a nation of laws, not of men. The FCC has already
ruled on K1MAN legality (1989 McNamara letter) and officially
declined, in three separate rulemaking proceedings, to completely
eliminate or even limit the time or format (that is "important" versus
"unimportant" content) of amateur radio one way bulletins. To change
anything now would bring up a First Amendment issue. They had their
chance, several times, and blew it. To get rid of K1MAN, ARRL would
have had to switch off W1AW. Now it is too late.


7. K1MAN will not be renewed.

K1MAN RESPONSE:

Come to court and see Riley crucified and then jailed with ARRL
executives for criminal violations of Sections 333 and 501 of the 1934
Communications Act. Renewal time is October, 2005. The place is
Washington, D.C. Be there or be square. Riley doesn't have the guts to face K1MAN in Court at any time or in any place, and you can
take that to the bank!


8. K1MAN was properly banned from listing on QRZ (as well as no
credits of any kind ever being published in QST).

K1MAN RESPONSE:

As I said, this is America. AA7BQ and ARRL both have the right to be
petty morons and to self destruct their credibility with regard to
being an even handed forum for amateur radio discussion and ideas. I
am sorry, but this smacks to me of the old Nazi regime or even the old
Soviet Union. By the way, it is perfectly legal to be a member of
the American Nazi Party in America, and it is perfectly legal for me
to "anoint" hams in my fictitious creation, the American Amateur Nazi
Party. I am simply making a political statement that one should be
very careful about condoning the dispensing with due process of law,
curtailment of free speech (even if you can), or veiled threats of
violence or taking the law into your own hands ("Brown Shirt" style)
as many hams imply as THEIR solution to what they perceive as the
"K1MAN problem." The problem is squarely in the mirror. Petty BS!


SUMMARY

Many have suggested that K1MAN should get a life. I have invested
hundreds of thousands on dollars and many man years of my precious
personal time into IARN and AARA. All for the sheer fun of it. Not
money, just fun. You have no idea just how much fun amateur radio
has been for me over the past 48 years. A SINGLE piece of emergency
or even health and welfare traffic would make it all worth it. One
single piece! I have handled thousands upon thousands over the last
19 years.

"Mrs. Gephard? This is Amateur Radio Operator Glenn
Baxter in the United States calling regarding your message
to the disaster zone; your son is OK!" "Oh Wunderbar,
Wunderbar!" she cries in her broken English and ecstatic joy.
Tears of joy flow.

How much was THAT worth to old K1MAN? A lot! How many of YOU have
also had that same experience? Hundreds and hundreds of dedicated
IARN volunteers have, over the years. Dozens of IARN volunteers have
taken great risks deploying to disaster zones around the world. But
how many of YOU, K1MAN detractors, have done any of this? Two, I'll
bet! Zero, and none at all!

After a couple of intense weeks of the above type of amateur radio
emergency traffic operations, many times, I have gone with Bonnie to
the posh five star Village Inn in Belgrade Lakes to wind down and for
a much needed break, ordered a martini, and then burst out crying,
right there in front of everyone in the often crowded restaurant.
Get a life? I have had a great life, thank you very much. The best
is yet to come! I rest my case. Check us out at www.K1MAN.com.
Listen to 14.275, 3.890, and 3.975 MHz. daily. Call in to our
Amateur Talk Radio show at 1 800 262 9543, even if it is only for a
signal report or QSL card request. 73 and GL de K1MAN.