By K5PO, on the scene
STRATFORD, MI – Yesterday started like most days on the Stratford Mountain 147.225 ham radio repeater, with whining about the XYL’s quilting problem, discussions on the recent cold spell, and the unintentionally keyed mic capturing the sounds of Mark Mills belching in pleasure at the completion of his breakfast. None of those participating in the morning drive-time chat thought much about it or had any idea of the magnitude of what would follow.
Jim Brantski is usually the first to start. As soon as Brantski gets enough coffee in his blood he’ll bring up some unappealing part of the current state of political affairs to complain about. “Ohhhh that Obama!” he quipped on this morning, with more than a little disdain in his tone. This is usually how it all starts.
“You’re telling me!” replied Jonny Pickle. “Where did our country go? This sure wasn’t what my granddad fought for in the World War II!”
The empty pseudo-political banter continued for a few minutes until the soft-spoken Robert Yurder made the statement, “I have an idea about this whole Middle East crisis.”
“Well, let’s hear it Rob,” Brantski replied. He had a tone indicating he wasn’t particularly interested in Yurder’s opinion.
Yurder proceeded to lay out a set of fresh and innovative ideas that seemed to provide truly viable options for Israeli and Palestinian states to coexist peacefully and without undue concessions on either side. The repeater went silent.
Mills, satiated from a quality breakfast, finally replied “That is a lovely idea Rob, and I appreciate you sharing it with us.” The tone was a stark contrast from his typical highly-charged tirades against most-everything. “You know, I have some ideas, too,” said Mills. He then proceeded to lay out a brilliant 10-step plan to balance the U.S. budget without any spending cuts or new taxes.
Again the repeater fell silent in amazement and agreement to the well-thought-out, non-partisan, non-rhetoric-filled ideas being shared.
“Well, it’s not like that Obama would ever do that!” cackled Brantski, doing well to dismiss all the productive conversations and ensuring they’d never occur again. Ever.