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Bad HamsfritzNov 16, 2009

A kid from across the street (*1) is over at my house, as though for a garage sale or something. He has a handheld ham radio, like my tri-bander, and I hear his mom come on the air and tell him it is time to come home. They don't use any proper ham-radio protocol.

I'm horrified, since at some point in the past I conversed with his mom about ham radio. She had asked me about having a license, and I had said that if you didn't have one, nobody would catch you if you were just talking to each other - there's a lot of space on the 2-meter band. They had taken my advice literally and were now talking ruthlessly on ham radio. They could be committing all sorts of ham-radio crimes of rudeness and ignorance, talking over repeater frequencies and the like.

So I'm trying to think of how I can talk to them and correct my message, perhaps get them to learn how to really use their radios.

(*1) It's the kid from next door, but in the dream, he lives across the street with the policeman, and is a couple years older.

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