How the Cookie Crumbles

Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE

Flash in the Pan – Radio

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“You like the Winking Judge, Georgie?”“Yeah.” The nine-year-old grinned and pulled a scarlet earlobe. “Sounds like an announcer. He said we can do it again next week. Please, can I?”

His father pursed his lips, squeezing back a smile. “I disappear for two minutes and you’re buddies all ready? He’s gotta be ninety or thereabouts, one of the oldest members.”

Georgie’s freckles faded into blush. “How come I never heard about amateur radio operators before?”

“You’ve been fixated on Xbox and iPhone games.”

“This is cool. You’ll teach me?”

“The boy scouts have programs for young people like you.”

“Yeah? I heard of them.”

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His father cocked his head. “In a disaster or emergency, cell phones may die, but not these babies. Your mom used to be a YL.”

“What’s that?”

“A female amateur operator: young lady. Her voice caught my attention. That’s how we met.

“Seriously. My Mom?

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Author: Let's CUT the Crap!

I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

57 thoughts on “Flash in the Pan – Radio

  1. I liked this.
    It made me feel things.

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  2. I like this one a lot. The young/old connection. His freckles fades into blush=great expression!

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  3. another case of bring back the good old days… 🙂 made me smile and liked scarlet earlobe x

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  4. This made me think of my ex-husband. He was an ham radio operator years ago. Best thing about him:) Good job. You made me smile.

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  5. The post made me smile. The discovery of something old by the young.

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  6. Lovely to read of a budding relationship between young and old and now hi mum will be a heroine too 🙂

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  7. I am now on the other end of this old and young… me being the oldie.. nice take.

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  8. I dig this!

    Are you expanding any of these Flash In the Pans?

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    • Not as a rule, but I keep them for the time I find myself twiddling my thumbs. Ha. That’s not going to happen. Actually, one or two have had work done to send out. Thanks for asking HLaWF. 🙂

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  9. I love how you always add little surprises at the end. I need to learn that from you.

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    • Bless you.O owe you at least a dozen bottles of a fine wine. Jacqui, you make me feel good about myself. Thank you.
      I don’t know how any of what I scribble finds its way to the page. Sometimes the words hammer me, and at others I need a hammer to beat them out, and I’m always hesitant about pressing the publish button. With so many wonderful writers here, I feel each time is my first one.

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  10. I have a feeling if we read about his life later on, the radio would play a role in something wonderful in his life. Like this relationship. 🙂

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  11. Love your little surprises Tess, I will miss you while you away. 🙂 xo

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  12. I really liked this story. Sure, it’s short but says a lot.

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  13. Oh fun, a bit of romance. This is nice, sweet too.

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  14. Pulling on scarlet earlobe…squeezing back a smile…freckles faded into blush…oh Tess, why can’t I write like you???? Love this, and yay for Boy Scouts 😉

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  15. My father used to love his radio. I remember him spending hours talking with people

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  16. I’ve never even seen what an amateur radio looks like. I don’t even know what and x box is. I’ve heard of an i-phone and watch people use them. Is there hope for people like Me? Can I join the club too?

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  17. I like the young/old connection too! Another gem, Tessa!

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  18. Love how the boy is impressed with his mom. So cute! 🙂

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  19. Cute story. The more things change, the more they stay the same.(?)

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