Kilowatt 2 Mike Fox Yankee. Those were the words that I grew up hearing. I always remember my father running down to the basement each evening to just get a few minutes of 'air' time before bed. He was so smart, could fix any electronic thing we somehow managed to break, and he loved his ham radio. He would talk to anyone who would listen, about how he built his first Heathkit rig in the 50's. It was a rite of passage for the boyfriends that my sisters and I would bring home that they listen to my dad's ham stories. And he taught us geography from all the countries he operated - and the few countries that he hoped to reach. I remember being the only 4th grader to know where Pitcairn Islands or Montserrat were and I had the best stamp collection from all the QSL cards he received. And boy did I want to be just like him! I remember when I told my dad that I wanted to get my ham radio license. He happily took out his old Jean Shepard cassette tapes and I used them to learn morse code. I got my novice license but unfortunately I never did operate much. My father never stopped though, he loved the excitement of it, escpecially the contests, field day and receiving the QSL cards. As much as my dad loved his ham radio, he loved his family so much more (well, as long as we didn't plan any major parties on a contest day). He was always there to help us and loved to plan family vacations and get togethers. He will always have a place in my heart. 88 old man, I'll miss you forever.