. QST . which may have resulted from this omission. venture into a contest. Merle says that the ex-periences of those two days forced her to pre-serve her thoughts on paper, as follows: The Monday Morning Blues My ears ring with a dit-dah tune the the contestsover and Im back to earth pushing a vacuumcleaner through a house thats a shambles. Dirtydishes in the sink — quick! close the door to theshack — hide it from human eyes. Only a hamwould understand. I brushed-up my three weeks before theYL-OM contest when a license renewal reared itsdit-dah head. I gingerly touched the dit side of th
. QST . which may have resulted from this omission. venture into a contest. Merle says that the ex-periences of those two days forced her to pre-serve her thoughts on paper, as follows: The Monday Morning Blues My ears ring with a dit-dah tune the the contestsover and Im back to earth pushing a vacuumcleaner through a house thats a shambles. Dirtydishes in the sink — quick! close the door to theshack — hide it from human eyes. Only a hamwould understand. I brushed-up my three weeks before theYL-OM contest when a license renewal reared itsdit-dah head. I gingerly touched the dit side of thebug and jumped clear across the room; the resultof five years of neglect, Im sure. But thanks you patient OMs; all 65 of you. Asfor those who QRSd, Im certain youll go to hamheaven where theres no QRM or TVI and DX is un-limited! Forgive me, W9D0, for making a DOG ofyou — conditions you know, not my 13 Glad to give reports on your two antennas,W3KTR, even tho it was in the midst of the con-. For W4AHN, Merle McBlain, of Alexandria,Virginia, the YL-OM Contest was a first My ears ring \*-ith a dit-dah tune—W4AHN test! Hope you know better than to count too muchon this YLs untrained ear. One thing boomeranged, though. Once aftera number of repeats on a QTH, I was embarrassedand answered with an R. Thought Id be smartand look him up in the call book. But the jokes onme — hes not in Summer 1954. Moral, gals: al-ways lead the good clean life. Speaking of OMs, mine is a very patient one. Well,fairly patient. Hed wander into the shack andremark something Uke Its three oclock. How aboutsomething to eat? Id stare glassy-eyed whilebusily calling CQ OM. Quietly, hed leave, but Iknow he didnt starve — not with all those dirtydishes I found in the sink. On Sunday I knew forsure that I had married him for better, not 0830, into the shack he strolled with a breakfasttray — HAM and eggs! Thats why I feel so bad about dehberately lettingour Sunday dinner burn.
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