My Dad W8KYK created this QSL card. The model was my cousin Marsha. I am now the holder of his old card and still use it. My personal card is K8BBE Great show. Chuck K8BBE
I'm new to the hobby, so collecting physical cards still has a lot of sheen. Makes going to the mailbox a lot more exciting. I had an artist friend make me a vintage inspired card, and I'm really happy with it.
I did enjoy your video. Nicely done. Active here for 63 years except for 5 college years. I have always enjoyed receiving QSL cards and have a thousand or more in my collection, dating from 1967. I presently design and print my own cards using a program called QSL Studio for Mac. I print them on heavy matte photo stock. My logging program, MacLoggerDX automatically uploads QSO info to LoTW, eQSL and Clublog immediately after the contact is logged. The front of my card is old school, just my call, city and state and can be seen on my QRZ.com page. While I do not send a QSL card for every QSO, I always send a card when one is requested, either hard copy or digital. vy 73, Jan N2AE
So then, here is mine, 3rd change of design since 1981. Featured is Aplonis Mavornata, the Mysterious Starling. I send a QSL card to each station on 1st contact. They my reply back or not, as they choose. Cards on my wall gain precedence more according to aesthetic merit than rarity of DX ... except for UK9HAD, which is at once among my furthest DX today ... and bar none, the ugliest.
I can tune my car radio to AM 1000 and FM 102.5 yet I'm not a commercial broadcaster... I can listen in to 118.500 but I'm not a pilot. What's your point? I don't see him transmitting - did I miss something? Dave W7UUU
My current card, made soon after I moved to Colorado: Front Back Others I have sent out over the years... The one above was taken in 2003 from the balcony of a girlfriend I was dating at the time who lived on Russian Hill in San Francisco, about a block away from the famous Lombard "crooked" street. Ahhh, memories... I used this one for a while while I lived there - took it just down the hill on a walk one night:
Ah yes - the Powell & Market run - I got pickpocketed to the tune of $600 cash and all my credit cards on that very line in early September 2001 (2 weeks before 9/11).... with my 11 YO daughter. We had to run like racehorses to Union Square to the Bank of America before it closed and plead with them to give me some more cash out of my accounts - fortunately I knew account numbers and approximate balances. We got $1000 to finish our little trip to SFO. And at the airport going home, sans driver's license, the TSA guy just said "well, you got here OK so your ID must have been good in Seattle - you're good to go" - just two weeks later that stance changed for all time! But yes - it's a LOVELY city and I try to get back every chance I can. I'm just a LOT more careful should I take a cable car to the Wharf!! Dave W7UUU
Ouch! I grew up in NY and spent lots of time in NYC and got a pretty good sense of life in the city.... that heightened awareness thing that kicks in. It still happens to me anytime I am in a major city or big crowd - I just wind up in a defensive posture and watch EVERYONE. So far, nothing like that has happened to me, but it can happen to anyone! My brother lives in Queens (Jackson Heights) and rides the subway into NYC for work... You just adjust to your surroundings I guess!
Yep - I learned a LOT that day!! It was a couple who just worked us like they'd done a thousand times - engage in conversation with me and my daughter, crowded together in the train car, noisy, lots of tourists like us all around, then the quick move to grab my wallet, and just like that they jumped off the moving trolley before I even knew what happened and they were gone. Bam. Just like that. I'm sure they have done the same trick a thousand times. So yes - I learned a LOT that day to make sure it never happens again. Dave W7UUU
Love paper QSL cards! and the pleasure of the opening the mailbox and finding a bunch waiting. So much so that I started designing them and offering the service to my fellow hams.
