Monday, October 31, 2011

Mission Trip Report Day Four:

We were told that today would be the hardest day of the trip, physically, and emotionally, and what we saw did not disappoint. Our task to day was to travel to Redemption School, set up a clinic for the school children and a few of the community residents, provide recreation and games as well as to do some door to door evangelism, inviting the residents to come to the clinic in Sosua tomorrow (Tuesday). This small gesture was sometimes harder than other times. Why? Because it is hard to knock on the front door of a house that doesn’t have one… a front door that is.

It is not hard to imagine the squalor that I saw; I have seen it before – believe it or not, in Houston, Texas, north of the downtown area, between the I-45 and US 59 freeways along West Little York Road. There were houses made of cinderblock and plywood and houses made of stucco and tin. Many of them lacked simple niceties – like the aforementioned front doors, and rain-proof roofs, so it was a surety that they lacked luxuries like bathrooms, running water, electricity, and elegant comforts like mattresses. Unlike the hovels in Houston, however, these “houses”, all 300-500 square feet of each of them were packed tighter together than yachts in the Knoxville marina on the weekend of UT’s homecoming game.

But beyond the architectural anomalies of the village, the more taxing aspect emotionally was the fact that most of these residents didn’t exist. Oh they were there alright, the three-year-old running around in the streets, splashing in the “grey water” (ask a plumber), without a stitch of clothes on, his older brother, possibly five, wearing nothing but his bright yellow underoos, and all of the older boys and girls wearing, most likely one of the two sets of clothing they call their own. In the background, sitting in the doorways and congregated around porches and shade trees, were the parents – few if any of them even close to fifty years of age. I could see them, I could wave at them, I could shout “Buenos Dias!” at them, and I could shake their hands, but legally, they don’t exist.

In the Dominican Republic, as in the United States, there is a rampant problem of illegal immigration from an adjacent country. In the US, it is Mexican immigrants. In the D.R., it is Haitians. In the U.S., if these illegal’s have children; their offspring are immediately American Citizens. In the D.R., if an illegal immigrant has a child, first of all it will have to beat major odds to see six months of age, let alone reach six years, but more significantly, the child is NOT automatically made a Dominican citizen, entitled to all of the services and benefits available from the government. In fact in many cases, no birth certificate is even issued documenting the event, and the fact that they exist, thus they become illegal ghosts (legally) – now there is a costume to work on for next Halloween!

Like the proverbial starfish in the much cited story of the man on the beach (Google “man on a beach with starfish” if you don’t know it), we brought a small respite of hope and health to this community and to the children of Redemption School. Each child received an EENT exam (eyes, ears, nose, and throat) and was given a general cursory once-over for other issues by a nurse. They also received a dose of anti-intestinal worm medicine, and a Dum-Dum lollipop. All in all, a 60 to 90 second process, maybe three minutes if you include the processing and record keeping on the way in, and the hugs on the way out. If there was any suspicion of a medical malady, they were whisked into an audience with one of three doctors on site for further investigation. We saw over 100 children today alone, plus several dozen adults – most, if not all of them, legally invisible illegal immigrants; but each one a starfish on the sand. We may not be able to keep the waves from pushing them back onto the fabled shore, but for a brief moment in time, they were awash in a sea of God’s love, manifested in the stethoscopes, thermometers, bandages, pills, vitamins, and other medicines, as well as the smiles, hugs, and of course Dum-Dum lollipops, from the missionaries that visited them today.

And lest I overlook the rest of our group who were engaged in equally significant “starfish throwing” activities, let me commend the teams that led the children in games, crafts, and other activities, challenged some of the older teens to a game of 3-on-3 basketball, and who went door opening-to-door opening with invitations to come to the clinic. In every activity, with both words and deeds they were also telling these poorer than the poorest of the poor that there is a God who loves them, a Christ who died for their sins and giving them the opportunity to accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior. That is the real goal of this mission trip. Saving someone from an early death by giving them life-saving medical attention profits them not if we don’t also give them an opportunity for an eternal life in heaven.

Thank you, thank you, to every one of you who has prayed for us. Thank you also to those of you who have forward word of our efforts to others with an exhortation for them to pray for us as well. We have been blessed and protected, and I know that it is the strength of your prayers that keeps us surrounded by guardian angels.

Please pray for:

There was a young boy with an aggressive fungus on his foot that was treated by the doctor today. Also, pray for his sister who was not seen by a doctor, but who was reported to have had the same type fungal problem “all over her body”.

Pray for the medical team and for their health and stamina. They have a long (possibly longer) day tomorrow.

Pray for the ministry teams that are bringing the simple yet powerful message that God is Love, Jesus is Life, and Heaven awaits all who trust in Jesus and believe.

Pray for Redemption School - the teachers, the headmaster, and the students. As they daily live by example, the promise of God, “I will never leave you, nor forsake you”.

Mission Trip Report Day Three (Bonus Report):

Once again, being without a watch, I retired to bed and quickly fell asleep only to awake at 3:00AM ready to take on the day. I tried to go back to sleep, but after tossing and turning for a few minutes, I relented and pulled out the computer to type the following:

After dinner last evening, we were privileged to hear words of encouragement from Jeanne DeTellis. She is one of the co-founders of New Missions, the organization that we are working with and for this week. What a delightfully charming woman she was. With her plain spoken, and sometimes brash candidness, she described the early years of sleeping in tents on the ground, walking for miles to get drinking water, and living daily by faith that God was in control and would provide.

She told us how she and her late husband George, began this effort in 1983. They were from Massachusetts, and after serving in a pastorate for twenty-five years, answered God’s call to begin an outreach program in Haiti. They started a church and school in five tents that was blessed by God and grew to where it is today – twenty-five schools and churches, a high school, a Bible College, a medical clinic, and a Missions Training Center. Many, if not all of the schools and churches are lead by alumni of those early classes, so it is truly a self-fulfilling missions effort ministering to over 11,000 children. Today, Jeanne’s youngest son Tim is the only non-native Haitian in the operational administration. His role is primarily to be a facilitator and organizer for the shipments of food and supplies from their sources to the warehouses, and then to the schools and mission outposts.

After seventeen years in Haiti, New Missions began a new initiative in the Dominican Republic in 2000. Focusing on the northern coast of the country, four long and bumpy hours over a mountain by car from the population center and capital of the country, Santo Domingo, the outpost in Sosua is near Puerto Plata. It has grown to five schools and three churches, and ministers to over 700 children, providing food, clothing, education, and the love of Christ.

At the end of her presentation I was awestruck by this fiery, wiry woman of God who was as passionate about her work as anyone I have ever seen. To watch her get misty-eyed recounting the horrors, and the miracles, she witnessed after the devastating earthquake in Haiti in 2010, and to see a brief glimpse of the tempest fury that she keeps remarkably bridled when talking about the gross inefficiencies of government-sponsored relief efforts, is to witness a modern-day example of the passionate, committed, firebrand evangelists of long ago.
What a privilege and what an honor it is to be a small part of something that has been blessed by God so marvelously and so miraculously. I have been told, and can now testify that missions work is truly a double edged sword, changing both the ministered and the minister irrevocably forever… and it is only the end of day three!

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Mission Trip Report Day Three:

Today is Sunday. Even in the Dominican Republic. My day started very early, but not by choice... My watch battery finally gave up and died yesterday. Not a problem because time is not a priority for Dominicans and I am simply part of a herd anyway; I just need to be sure to be at the same place that everyone else in the group is.

So after dinner, exhausted and t...ired from the day's events, I crawl in to bed and after finding out the winner of the GA/FL game and the Clemson/Ga Tech games (which I will not reveal here since at least on member of our team recorded the games and wants to be surprised when he gets home), and went to sleep. This morning I woke up refreshed, invigorated and ready for a great day. I showered, dressed and decided to check into Facebook and e-mails before heading down to breakfast. Boy what a shock when the computer clock said 3:30AM! Needless to say, I went back to bed for another 3 hours. I will hopefully be able to acquire a CR1620 button battery on Monday and once again become a slave to the sixty second circle of life.

When I got up the second time, I again dressed and after double-checking that it was indeed 6:45AM, went down to the dining area with a little side trip to the beach. I did not go for a walk in the sand but did scope it out. One day this week I will venture into "la playa" but I won't have my "Sunday, go-to-meeting" clothes on then.

The church service was wonderful, and the sermon was written just for me. The topic was "Transitions" and how even in transition times - especially in transition times - God is with us. With references to Abram's near-sacrifice of Issac and the burning bush episode with Moses, and others, I was encouraged and challenged. One particularly poignant point was the fact that when God had Moses remove his shoes because was on holy ground, he removed the insulation that separated him from the dust that God had created him from. Moses, for all of his faults and failings was chosen by God, but first Moses had to remove the barriers that were his protective insulation that shielded him from a oneness with his maker.

With out droning on about me and my life, suffice it to say that When you turn fifty, you go through a transition. When you leave the safety and comfort of your home, job, family and "life as you know it" and travel to a foreign country, even if only for a week, you go through a transition. When you and your wife bury her mother and begin the hard decisions regarding her father who is in failing health, you go through a transition. It was comforting to be encouraged and reminded that God is faithful to be with us in times of transition.

After the service, we returned for lunch and freshening before heading out again, some of us to a community center for funb and games with kids of the area, and others of us to the clinic to pack up "Go Bags" for our trip to a school some miles away where will set up a make-shift clinic and treat both children and adults. My task was to outfit a triage and treatment bag for wounds and injuries. I felt like I was trying to put all of the things we used to carry in the Roswell Fire Department Rescue trucks (and more) into an athletic bag. I'm hoping that I have enough of the right things. It is now "free time" before dinner. Many folks are playing in the waves on the beach or enjoying the swimming pool before dinner. Me? I'm blogging.

Please pray for:
The continued safety and health of our team - so far so good.

The English speaking church at Sosua. Today their pastor announced that he had accepted a call to be the youth pastor at his home church in Tennessee. You could tell his heart was heavy as he related the struggle he went through in making the decision.

The patients that we will see tomorrow at the school.

The doctors, the nurses, and one humble EMT who will be called upon to diagnose and develop treatment plans for the patients without computers, a PDR (Physician's Desk Reference - an encyclopedia of medical information), or possibly even electricity.

The evangelism team that is reaching out to the people of the DR with the story of the love of Jesus and His promise of salvation and eternal life. Not because of what we've done, but because of what He did, we have a promise that will last for an eternity.

Be a blessing to someone today.

Scott Straw

Mission Trip Report Day Two:

After a good nights sleep it was time for the first full day on the ground and "in-country". This really has a double meaning because there are cows that free-range all over the area, grazing and meandering, with the occasional, appropriately timed bellow.
As we were having our morning orientation and devotional, there were several of these interruptions. One of our leaders, who reports to have been given the gift of interpretation, confidently reports that these outburst are, roughly translated (because these are Dominican cows and it has to be translated from "bovinese" into Spanish, and then transliterated into English), "Amen, preach it!" and "Halleluuuuujah". I guess the spirit can moooove in cows too.

After the orientation we were witness to the drama skit that some of the team are doing. Using the international language of mime, they depicted the creation of the world, the creation of man, the fall of man as he chases after happiness in drugs and booze, fortune, and "female company" (tastefully depicted) and finally the redemption of man through the death of Christ and his resurrection - all in less than 10 minutes.

Once we were dismissed to our assignments, we began to sort , organize, and prepare for an afternoon of work in the areas of construction/maintenance, medical clinics, and street ministry. We came back to the hotel for lunch and then hit it hard for four hours (although it really seemed like only two at the most).

We are blessed to have several medical doctors with us, and they used their talents and gifts to perform several outpatient surgical procedures, and to see several sick children and adults with various maladies.

Although I am under oath to stay positive on this trip, I must digress and rant about something that really got me hot. Over the years the clinic has been gifted with maybe two dozen or thirty glucometers (the things that take a drop of blood and measure the sugar content). Sadly, they are useless without the test strips that plug into the test device and receive the actual blood droplet. And, as I discovered today, every device uses a unique strip. There is no such thing as "generic". Even different models made by the same company require their own unique strips. I think that is stupid! If you would like to donate strips to go in the meters the clinic has, or meters to go with the strips that the clinic has, send me an e-mail at this address: kb4kbs(at)gmail.com. I will get for you the mailing address of the clinic and you can be a missionary angel without getting your passport stamped!

I hope that wasn't too negative. Thank you for your indulgence, I feel much better now. We are back at the hotel for dinner now and while I type, others are feasting... I much prefer feasting so this is the end of the entry for today.

Please pray for:
Two small boys (brothers) who both have pneumonia. They were seen by our doctors today an given some medicines.

The continued health of the team. With nearly sixty folks, the odds favor someone getting something. Lets pray so that we tilt the odds in God's favor.

The continued safety of the team.

The outreach of the team to the community. In addition to the natives there are a large number of "ex-pats", ex-patriots of other countries, primarily the US and Canada, who are living here in the Sosua area. We have "English Church" tomorrow, and while most of the attendees are regulars, pray for the curious and the seeking whom God directs our way.

More firmly in His grip that I have ever been before,

Scott

Mission Trip Report Day One:

We all arrived safely. I met the group from the First Baptist Church of Orlando in Miami and we flew to Puerto Plata, at Sosua, Dominican Republic on THE daily flight.

We put all of our bags (over 100) on three vehicles that look like safari trucks, with bench seats down the back and canvas tops, then piled people in to them as well. Everyone fit save for seven of u...s and about twenty pieces of luggage, so we hired a taxi van and crammed the rest into it for the ride to the clinic where we will be doing medical mission work. We off-loaded several dozen bags of supplies and with the added room were able to dismiss the taxi. After a brief greeting and overview we were dismissed to the hotel that will be our home for the next week. We will have a deep orientation in the AM. After dinner tonight, a large contingent from our group went to a church service held under a tent adjacent to the clinic. Of the nearly sixty mission volunteers, at least a third, if not half of them are fluent in Spanish. Another third are like me and know enough to get into, or out of trouble.

Accommodations are better that you'd find at a church camp, and are roughly equivalent to some of the La Quinta, Fairfield Inn, and Best Western hotels that I've stayed at in the Southeast US. The food is buffet style with an open bar (note to my Methodist friends: yes, that includes beer and spirits).

Once we were checked in and before it was dinner time, we walked a few blocks to a general store and bought drinks, snacks and water, water, water. Along the way we stopped and at a shop that was an Internet Cafe and money changer. The exchange rate was 37.50 Peso for a dollar. At the Hotel it is 36,and at the airport it was 34. I'm still wrapping my head around the dollar-to-peso equivalency, but as an example, to supplement my stick deodorant, I bought a can of AXE spray deodorant (and while no one applauded I'm sure they are very glad). The can was 105 pesos (or so) which was less than US$ 3.00. (37.50x3=112.50). By the end of the week I'll have gaters on my sleeves and be wearing a green shaded visor...

Pray for:
Good Weather - it is hot, like upper 80's to low 90's, but a sea breeze is often easily found. Storms would not bode well for the outdoor construction efforts.

Good Health - the food here is safe if it is "peeled, boiled, or fried" and the water is safe for bathing, but like anywhere, even the US, there are microbial components present in the in the tap water for which we are not immune. In time our bodies would adjust and build up resistance, but the initial result of introducing foreign
critters and chemicals elements is a forceful rejection and ejection. I'll let your imagination take it from here.

Plenty of evangelistic opportunities - Did you know that the Dominican Flag is one of few, if not the only national banner with a book of scriptures on it (in this case, it is La Biblia), yet less than 5% of the population profess Christianity or any religious convictions (Thank you Sr. Felipe Bullington). We will be doing medical clinics, construction, street evangelism, casual evangelism, and Backyard Bible Clubs. We won't win the entire island to Christ (this trip), but maybe we can get a good start.

Feel free to copy and paste this, and e-mail it to your friends. If you are not one who prays, but you know someone who does, please send it to them with the note, "friend, I'm not into this whole 'praying for folks' thing, would you do it for me?" I promise that they will understand and gladly intercede on your behalf (and maybe for you as well...).

Blessings from the White-Unto-Harvest fields,

Scott Straw

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Scratching my Radiosport Itch

There used to be an ad campaign for Major League Baseball I believe, that asked, "Baseball Fever, how bad do YOU have it?" Well, I got a real bad itch for “Radiosport” on Friday, February 28, and so after work I went to the local sporting goods store, bought a $9 closed-face fishing reel and a $4 sling shot. I used some wire ties to fasten the two together and tied a 5/8 inch nut to the end of the fishing line. I then used this contraption to launch the fishing line over a 35-foot tall light pole in the parking lot in front of my office. Once accomplished, I used the fishing line to hoist a stronger polypropylene string over the light pole. I repeated this process at another light pole about 140 feet away. I now had the foundation laid to raise a dipole. I went home knowing that I had tackled the hardest obstacle standing between the NAQP RTTY contest and me on Saturday, March 1.

On Saturday morning, I packed up my station into a storage tub, made sure that I had the software set up for the RTTY contest, and headed back to the office. Raising the antenna went without a hitch. I attached one end of the antenna to the line at the east end of the lot, and then the other end to the line over the pole at the west end. As I pulled on the west end line, the 102’ long dipole came taut about three feet from the west pole. Although the antenna was not centered between the two light poles, the center point of the antenna with the feed line attached was hanging perfectly over my car. It was almost as if it were ordained. I attached the power cable of the radio directly to the car battery, and the antenna feed line to the radio, and fired it up. I was hearing distant stations clearer than I have heard them in a long time!

Next up was the task of connecting the computer to the radio. This was to be a contest where all operators used radioteletype (abbreviated RTTY) as the means of communicating with each other. When you think back to all of the old archive footage of teletype machines of the past, and consider that they have all been replaced by software programs that run on simple personal computers, it is amazing. It is also fortunate. Having to lug a 200-pound radioteletype machine around would make this contest much less appealing. An audio cable from the radio’s speaker out jack connected to the computers audio in port, and a cable from the computers speaker out jack connected to the radio’s audio in port. The radio is set to switch to the transmit mode whenever an audio signal is heard over this cable. Easy peasy.

The way a teletype works in theory is pretty simple to explain, but the process of making it happen is another thing altogether. Whether over phone lines or over the airwaves, teletype signals are made up of two tones at specific frequencies with a fixed interval. Just as Morse code is a series of dots and dashes sent in combinations representative of alphabetic characters and symbols, teletype uses Baudot code, a combination of two tones sent alternately in specific sequences. Unlike Morse code, where a character can be represented by one, two, three, four, or five dots and/or dashes in various combinations, Baudot code uses a fixed-length five-digit binary string. All characters are made from a combination of five 1s and 0s starting with 00000 and going through 11111. One of the tones is representative of the zeros, the other the ones.

Those of you who are math geniuses will quickly calculate that the number of unique combinations of five 1s and 0s (32) is inadequate for expressing all of the characters in the English alphabet, the numbers 0-9, and basic punctuation symbols. To get around this limitation, there are two collections of characters, the letters set, and the numbers set. A special control character signals the receiver to switch from letters to numbers and then another control character to switch back (think of it as like the shift lock key on a keyboard - pressing it yields one set of characters while typing, releasing it yields another). Fortunately, all I need to know is how to load and run a piece of software.

So, with the antenna hoisted, the radio fired up, and the computer connected, I was good-to-go. At the appointed hour of noon Central time, I began scanning the airwaves for that distinctive sound of RTTY signals – a warble of the aforementioned two tones. Oblivious to the odd looks of passers-by, my sole focus was intent on listening for warbles and watching the computer screen, which showed me a graphical representation of the radio spectrum and assisted me in zeroing in on and synchronizing with the other station so that I could decode his data. Pausing only briefly at various times to crank the car engine for battery preservation, take potty breaks, and to make a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich, I spent the next nine hours and fifty minutes sitting outside on a camp stool beside my car with my radio and computer sitting on TV trays, scanning up and down the radio frequencies looking for contacts. I was interrupted a few times by curious onlookers bold enough to enquire as what I might be doing, and who were satiated by the simple two words, “ham radio”. I invited them to stay and watch, but they all declined.

When it was all said and done, I had made 95 contacts with other RTTY enthusiasts around North America, and had a pleasant, warm experience. (I later realized that the warm feeling came from the sunburn that I had gotten on the left side of my face because I sat facing west the entire time while the sun past overhead in the southern hemisphere.) I certainly got my “fix” of radio that day, but unfortunately, it only served to heighten my “addiction”. It is hard to explain the joy of scanning the ethereal radio spectrum for strange signals from distant places. A legend in the Ham Radio hobby, Martin Jue, the owner of MFJ Enterprises, a maker of accessories for ham radio stations, probably described it the best in a recent interview with a newspaper reporter in his hometown of Starkville, Mississippi.

“People ask me if the cell phone and Internet are going to wipe out ham radio. Well it doesn’t. You can go to any Kroger store or Piggly Wiggly or some grocery store like that and buy all the fish you want to eat, but people still fish. It’s bigger than ever. One hundred years ago, people picked up the telephone and talked to anybody they wanted to. Ham radio is not just about talking to somebody. It’s about fishing. It’s a hobby. It’s a sport. So it will be around for a long time. People will do it because they want to do it. Like playing golf, you know, I can’t figure out why someone would want to try to hit that little ball into a hole, and a lot of people can’t figure out why someone would want to play with a radio. It’s a hobby. With ham radio, I can put a little box in my car and be driving down the road talking to somebody in Australia or somebody in England.” - http://www.cdispatch.com/news/article.asp?aid=395

Whether it is talking to disembodied voices hundreds or thousands of miles away, sending and decoding dots and dashes via Morse code, or exchanging information with other RTTY enthusiasts, there is always that excitement of never knowing exactly and predictably just what will happen. Like Mr. Jue said, it is a lot like fishing, and in my case, it even includes using fishing line and a reel. My itch got a major scratch last Saturday, but I’m sure it will only last a short time before I will have to do it again.

Friday, January 16, 2009

For me, Ham Radio will never be the same

As a newly transplanted resident of Houston, Texas (I don’t consider myself a “Houstonian” yet), I had high on my list of priorities the check item of meeting local Amateur Radio Operators and getting involved in, or at least acquainted with, a local Ham organization. To that end, and on the advice of a Ham in the Atlanta area, I contacted the Texas DX Society via the e-mail at their website. I was replied to quickly, and during exchanges with several members, received an invitation to visit with a contesting team at a multi-station location near the Houston area during the CW portion of the North American QSO Party contest.

The NAQP series of contests are a favorite for many Amateurs because they are shorter than most events in that they last only 12 hours (versus 24 or 36). A single operator may only work ten of the contest hours, so a two-hour window for dining with the family or doing chores can be scheduled before, during or after, the event. This adds to the lure and draw of the contest. A team of operators, either sharing a single transmitter, or using two transmitters simultaneously can operate the entire contest period, which runs from Noon to midnight in Houston. There are other rules specific to operating, that I’ll explain later. This particular event, the CW portion, involved using only the Morse code to make contacts.

My invitation was to visit the ham radio “shack” of George DeMontrond, whose call sign is NR5M. The term shack is a common phrase in the Ham world to define the operation area for the equipment. Often, it is merely a table in an unused bedroom, office area, basement, or garage. Occasionally it is an entire room attached to a home or in an out building. In the case of NR5M, however, it describes a small house on a ranch that is populated with no less than six tall towers greater than 100 feet in the air and lots of wire and cable connecting them to a room of this house that has been converted to a command center for full-on aggressive contesting.

I arrived around 2:00PM, after the contest had begun, and was really totally unprepared for the sights that I saw. First of all the idea of an entire house devoted to a contest station was a new concept to me. Granted, it was a small, 1600-1800 square foot building, but it was clear that it served one purpose – Radio Contesting. The living room was Spartan but functional; the major piece of furniture was a large screen TV for watching football. Various recliners and couchs were distributed around the room for naps during extended events, but they were barren during this short race. The kitchen was a “come and go” facility designed for quickly grabbing nourishment during brief breaks in the action before diving back in.

The “war room” was beyond belief as well. I had always heard about these places but I had never seen one in person. Even pictures that I had seen on the Internet of other similar set-ups didn’t do it justice. There is a phrase adopted from the sporting world to describe something that is garishly larger than life and almost “freakish” in appearance – the term is “on steroids”. I find even that reference inadequate when comparing an “average” Ham Radio station to this one. There were ten fully functional, state of the art, top-of-the-line transmitters. Each one was connected to a dedicated computer with two-way data exchange between the rig and the CPU. A flat panel monitor above the radio displayed the contest logging software that included data about the radio – frequency, mode, and other pertinent information. These computers were all networked together and the software allowed each operator to see all of the entries to the contest log as they were entered. It also displayed the other stations’ modes, frequencies, and recent contacts also. Of course, there were a lot of other gadgets and accessories as well that facilitated interconnection of the radios to the widely varied collection of antennas outside on “the farm” and other operational aids. A master display at one end of the room was capable of displaying each station’s info in side-by-side windows for quick reference and the amusement of spectators.

The radios are grouped in pairs, for each of the major contesting bands: 1.8 MHz, 3.5 MHz, 7 MHz, 14 MHz, 21 MHz, and 28 MHz. Each pair of radios uses a shared transmit antenna. The operators sit side-by-side; one is anchored on a single frequency “broadcasting” the call sign of the station inviting other contest participants to reply. The other operator scans up and down the band for other “broadcasters” and contacts them. The ironic twist is that the anchored operator is called the “running” station. The other operator is called the “sweeper station”. Sometimes he is called the “search-and-pounce” station. The rules for the NAQP contest state that a maximum of only two radios are allowed to be transmitting at any given time. To help with this limitation, and since only one radio can use the transmit antenna at a time, some pairs of radios have an electronic lockout system that prohibits the alternate radio from transmitting when one is in use. Even so, a set of pre-determined hand signals and close attention is mandatory for the pair to collaborate successfully. In the space of sixty-seconds, each radio in a pair may transmit eight to ten times, but never simultaneously. Using this system, and two paired teams, the maximum exposure is maintained while staying inside the confines of the rules.

The running station normally takes precedence over the sweeper station, but it is not uncommon for both stations to alternate sending contest information to two different distant stations in a choreographed manner. One way that this is facilitated is by use of pre-programmed messages that are stored in the radio’s computer. By pressing a preset key on the computer keyboard, the computer will transmit the message to the radio, which then broadcasts it. It isn’t totally automated, however. There are Morse code keyers at each position that see lots of use as the distant station asks for repeats or info that can’t be satisfied with the programmed responses. Additionally, the decoding of the distant stations is all done aurally. The most sophisticated computers and the most advanced software are even at their best, no match for the human ear and brain of a top-notch CW enthusiast.

The first thing that hit me as I entered the room was the eerie silence. There were four operators positioned at radios with headphones on. They were intently focused on the audio entering their ears. Their hands were poised over the computer keyboard and their eyes were fixed on the computer monitor. One member of the symbiotic pair, as if he were a traffic cop, would wave his hand toward his partner signaling him to either proceed or halt transmitting. A fifth operator, at a third location, was scanning up and down the band segment for that pair of radios. He was listening, and recording the frequency locations of “running” stations on that band. In time, one of the two operating duos would take a break. One of those team members would join this fifth man and they would begin an assault on that band of frequencies.

The one noise that constantly interrupted the tedium was the ring of “the bell”. Each time a significant milestone was reached, the news was shared to the others by ringing this larger, fire alarm-sized bell that was similar to what would be found ringside at a boxing match. One of the more prolific milestones is a score multiplier. In most every contest, the objective is to contact as many other stations as possible. In the NAQP, the focus is on North American geo-political entities (individual US states, Canadian provinces, Mexico, and island countries in the Caribbean). Contacts with any other Amateur Radio station (including non-North American stations) counts for one point. A limit of one contact with each station can be made on any individual band of frequencies. They can however, be contacted on each of the other five contesting bands, so theoretically that other station could be contacted on all five bands for a total of five points. The information that is exchanged during the contest to verify the contact is the operators name and his location. This information is dutifully logged in the contesting software. Each time a new geo-political entity is contacted, a multiplier is earned. There are 107 possible multipliers. At the end of the contest, the total score is calculated by multiplying total of number of contacts by total number of multipliers. The significance of multipliers cannot be over emphasized. Late in the contest, adding even a single new multiplier can be equivalent to a dozen or more individual contacts and thousands of points. To that end, when a station is worked on one band, but is needed as a multiplier on another band, it is common practice to ask the needed station if they would kindly "QSY", or change bands so that they could be worked by the team that needs them for a multiplier. Many stations oblige, some are unable.

Eventually, as the various operators “came up for air”, I was able to meet them and found them all to be a likeable lot. One of the idiosyncrasies of Ham Radio operators is that, generally speaking, surnames are superfluous. A name and a call sign are usually adequate, and many long and fast friendships have been built over the airwaves between individuals who only know each other by their first names. Moreover, in the case of CW, many times the two operators have never even heard the other’s voice. The operators at this contest were (in no particular order) Bill, K5GA, Roy, AD5Q, OJ, K1OJ, Mike, K5NZ, and Dennis, NT5TU. George – NR5M was the host of course and served well as the coxswain for this synchronized crew. Kenny, KZ5KJ was the station’s technical manager.

One of the challenges of Ham Radio is that radio waves are subject to atmospheric conditions that will vary by seasons, but also by time of day. Some of the bands have characteristics that make them ideal for daytime operation. Other bands are nighttime only bands. Knowing when to abandon a daytime band and start tackling a nighttime band is a critical decision. One of the rules of the contest states that once you change to a different band and begin operating, you are committed to that new band for a minimum of ten minutes. As the contest reached its midway point of 6:00 PM, the band switching decisions becomes critical. If you jump too soon because you hear a few stations on the new band, you are committed to it and stand the chance of missing some final valuable stations. If you wait too late, you’ve lost valuable time on the new band.

Because the NR5M station could have operating teams on any of the bands, they began a carousel-like rotation during this day-to-dusk transitional period. They would post two operators on the busiest band and put single operators on three of the marginal bands that were either fading out or just coming alive. These three persons would busy themselves making lists of “running” station that they needed to contact on their respective bands. These three team members would then alternate in ten or twenty-minute cycles taking turns being the second on-air station. In time, one of the bands would finally dry up. The operator of the now dead band would then transition to be the second operator on the band that was coming to life and the duo would voraciously attack it.

Many more tactics were employed some more subtle than others, but all were well within the limits of the rules. These contesters know that there are multitudes of opportunities to cheat in the game. However, like golfers, they pride themselves in doing the right thing, even it means accepting a self-imposed penalty. A win without honor is not a win. Besides, with a championship caliber operating facility, there is no reason to cheat.

As the night wore down and the contest neared a close, the number of stations not previously worked began to dwindle dramatically. Multiplier contacts became scarce and the bells rang less frequently. When it was down to the last minutes, finding “fresh meat” became a real struggle. Then, at the stroke of midnight local time, it was over.

The raw score totals for the team was astonishing. The numbers of contacts on several of the individual bands were higher than could be remembered and the multiplier total was respectable, if not a record itself. The database of contacts will be submitted to the contest sponsors for adjudication and this process will take several months. In the interim however, a spot check of the raw scores as posted on an Internet “brag board” shows that this station claimed more points than any other and was one of only two that claimed over 500,000 points.

When I finally arrived back home at 1:00AM, I realized that I had just experienced an “Oz” moment. I had been to someplace special and experienced an event that will forever change how I think about Ham Radio. I know that with practice and dedication my skill level will improve. I would consider a high honor to be invited to fill seat at this station some day, but based on level of mastery that I observed in the operators for this event, I know that it will be a long road.