A Review of The Uniden BC144XL Programmable Desktop Scanner

Just so everyone knows, I am not the owner of this featured image; it is from a picture that I Googled and cropped.

I had first discovered scanner radios in the Summer of 2001 at the age of fourteen and a half.

However, I had little to no income due to my age and my parents aren’t big on technology to appreciate such a device. It angered them that I could potentially eavesdrop on other’s communications, especially law enforcement and government operations. In fact, they were appalled when they found out that such an item existed.

And, at the time, even an entry-level scanner cost at least $100, brand new.

So, I had no hopes of getting one.

Well, until September of 2002, that is.

My local Wal*Mart had a Uniden BC144XL on clearance for $30.00+tax.

I borrowed the money and purchased it at once.

That was the first scanner I ever owned and what this piece will be a review of.

At first, I had a slight amount of consumer’s remorse when I took it home and set it up.

There was only a two-digit LED display, that didn’t show the full frequency readout.

There were no search functions, which meant I could only program the frequencies I knew-this resulted in a lot of trial and error.

I later found out that at the time, local law enforcement in my Parish was on the Louisiana 800 MHz Motorola Smartzone Trunked System, so I could not pick them up whatsoever with this scanner-and boy I was ticked off at that fact!

While it was capable of picking up The Feds, there were no Federal Government operations within range.

However, I did find some use for it and I ended up enjoying it.

For example, I frequently listened to my local fire department and eventually neighboring fire departments. I discovered 2 Meter local Amateur Radio operations in my area. I listened in on analog cordless phones that operated in the VHF Low Band. There were some local businesses and utilities with wide-area repeater coverage that I would listen to. And I would eventually use it for listening to marine communications and even railroads, some months later.

In December of 2002, with the money I was gifted for Christmas, I upgraded to a Uniden BC80XLT, which had more channels, covered 800 MHz, had search functions, and was portable. I had that newer until the Fall of 2005 when someone sabotaged it. I may write a review of it someday.

I sold my first scanner approximately a year later because I needed the money for other things.

For years, I regretted selling it, especially in more recent years when the bulk of my scanner listening transitioned from law enforcement to railroad and marine traffic.

On this day, January 3, 2021, I purchased a duplicate Uniden BC144XL in fairly decent condition for roughly the same price I paid back in September 2002. It was a late birthday present to me from myself. Thank God for eBay! I plan to use it in conjunction with my Realistic Pro-59, which I shall compare it to.

In these ways it is better than the Realistic Pro-59:
It has double the channel memory with sixteen channels as opposed to eight.
It also covers 29-54 MHz in addition to 137-174 MHz and 406-512 MHz.

The Realistic Pro-59, has better antenna connections, though, at least in my humble but honest opinion.

The user interface between the Uniden BC144XL and the Realistic Pro-59 is very similar, with the Uniden BC144XL being more advanced.

Well, they are both Unidens though one is a true Uniden and the other is a rebadged Uniden made for Radio Shack under the Realistic name.

I don’t have the receiver sensitivity ratings for this scanner, but I am durn sure that it is more sensitive than any of its modern-day counterparts and that is a crying shame. I was amazed at how far away it could pull in signals from, even with just the stock antenna. I cannot wait for my duplicate to come in the mail!

I already have a general idea of what I am going to program in it:

The first few channels will be for local and neighboring fire departments (almost all on VHF High Band.)

Then I will store my local utilities (Electrical on VHF Low Band, Waterworks on UHF Band.)

Then a few amateur radio frequencies (2 Meter and 70 Centimeter Bands. Might even program some 6 Meter and 10 Meter FM frequencies since a new sunspot cycle is beginning!)

Then railroad and marine, that is a must (VHF High Band.)

Finally maybe a few local businesses (Mostly UHF Band.)

I haven’t decided where in my residence that I want to use it, since I already have a tabletop scanner in each room.

I will admit that I bought it for the sentimental value but also for the powerful sensitivity because I’m convinced that it pulls in signals clearly that my newer scanners won’t even stop on.

In my teens, I would have given it a low rating, maybe 1 or 2 out of 5 stars, because of all it lacked

However, at the age of thirty-four and with totally different listening habits I can give this scanner a rating of 4 out of 5 stars, only because it lacks a full frequency display and a search function. However, it does make up for it in being well-built, long-lasting, and extra sensitive.

I mean many scanners that were made 25-35 years ago still work perfectly even though they may be partially or even mostly obsolete. Well, they are still perfectly fine for most of my listening tastes!

I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again:

Will any scanner made today or even within the last decade still be functioning 25-35 years in the future?

Somehow, I don’t think so.

All in all, I guess this concludes my review of Uniden BC144XL.

I cannot wait for my duplicate to come in the mail and I hope that you, the reader, have been informed and maybe even entertained.

May God richly bless you!

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Laundry Day-An Online Romance

Ezra woke up in the very late morning.

After lying for several minutes on his couch, thinking about Sadie, he prepared his breakfast of two fried eggs sunny side up, a slice of toast with sugar-free raspberry jam, and a drink of coffee, chicory, and hot milk.

After breakfast was ready, he sat in his kitchen eating and drinking while listening to his countertop scanner.

Two boat captains were coordinating their movements on the Intracoastal Waterway, one was of a towboat with six loaded barges in tow and the other was a tugboat by itself. They were also communicating with other vessels in the area.

Ezra had now finished breakfast and placed his dishes in the sink, but wanted to continue listening in. However, knew he had to do his laundry for the week.

So, he reached into his EDC backpack and pulled out his portable scanner, then set it to monitor the VHF Marine Band. he placed it in his right front pocket

He then took $3.25 worth of quarter-dollar coins from his safe and placed them in his back pocket.

Afterward, Ezra retrieved his laundry basket and bottle of detergent along with his smartphone and everything else, then walked down to the laundromat.

He unlocked the door, then found a washing machine that wasn’t in use, so he loaded it with his clothing and detergent, then placed the $1.75 worth of quarters in and started it.

While his load of clothes was washing, Ezra sat on a bench and listened to marine traffic on his portable scanner.

He heard a bridge tender notifying all mariners of the lunch rush hour curfew in effect.

Ezra listened to other marine channels where he heard some fishing boat captains speaking in Vietnamese.

He also heard dockyard mechanics coordinating with the servicing of boat engines.

Finally, his clothes were washed, so he switched them to a dryer that wasn’t in use and put the remaining $1.50 worth of quarters into the coin slot, and started it.

He continued listening to his scanner when Sadie called.

“Hey baby,” He answered.

“Hey you,” She replied.

“What’s going on?”

“My cousin and her boyfriend are here and I have you on speakerphone.”

“Well, hi everyone!” Ezra said.

“Hi,” Alyssa said.

“What up?” Nicky Joe added in.

“Oh, I’m down in the laundromat watching my clothes dry.”

“What are your intentions with my cousin?” Alyssa asked.

“Well, let me first say that I think she is the most beautiful young lady, I have ever seen and that I have a tremendous amount of reverence for her. I will also admit that I am indeed falling for her, but my intentions are to treat her like a queen, to shower her with affection, to be there for her in any way I can, and hopefully one day to marry her!”

“I see. You know she weighs over four hundred pounds, right?”

“Yes. I know. And I adore every pound curve and inch of her! You see, the thing is I like super-sized ladies. A skinny female would not make me happy, but someone Sadie’s size would make me happier than ever.”

“You’re sick!” Alyssa interjected.

“Don’t listen to her, Ezra, you’re very sweet! She’s just jealous,” Sadie added in.

“Thank you, baby!” Ezra answered.

“Oh, yeah, like I am jealous. Dream on!” Alyssa said.

There was an awkward silence, then Ezra’s scanner began picking up two fishing boats communicating.

“Who’s that in the background?” Alyssa asked.

“I’m listening to boat traffic on my scanner.”

“Why would you want to do that?” Alyssa asked.

“Because he likes boats. He takes some cool pictures of them too!” Sadie said.

“Yes. And it keeps me out of trouble.”

“Can you hear the cops on that scanner?” Nicky Joe asked.

“No, I can’t. It’s an older model and I don’t listen to the cops anyway.”

“Mine can hear the cops but I got to keep it on the DL.” Nicky Joe added in.

“Listening to the cops is depressing to me because it’s always hearing about all the bad stuff going on. I’d much rather listen to boat traffic, nothing wrong with that,” Ezra said.

“Hey, dawg, whatever, to each his own,” Nicky Joe replied, then asked, “What kind of ride you got?”

“A 1985 Jeep Comanche which I am very proud of! I restored it myself.” Ezra answered.

“I customized my ride, too. I have a 1999 GMC Yukon with twenty-six-inch rims and a dope sound system!” Nicky Joe said.

“Mine is all pretty standard, but it’s still fun to drive,” Ezra humbly stated.

“You pack any heat?” Nicky Joe asked.

“No, my psychiatrist won’t clear me for a concealed carry permit,” Ezra answered sheepishly.

“I gotcha. I can’t get a concealed carry permit either, because of my record, but I still pack heat. Ain’t nobody gonna tell me what I can or can’t carry.” Nicky Joe brazenly said.

“I have found other legal ways to defend myself though,” Ezra answered.

“Like what, dawg?” Nicky Joe asked with curiosity.

“Oh that’s top-secret,” Ezra answered with confidence.

“He sounds dangerous,” Alyssa added in.

“He’s not. He’s really sweet and in a lot of ways reminds me of my Daddy,” Sadie added in.

“I think he’s a loser, what do you think, bae?” Alyssa said.

“He seems lame, but maybe he’s good for Sadie, there’s someone for everyone,” Nicky Joe added in.

“We don’t have to take this, I’m going to my room, both of you can leave now,” Sadie said with anger and frustration.

Sadie left the living room then slammed her bedroom door and locked it.

“Ezra, I’m sorry they said those things about you and I hope you still want me,” Sadie told him.

“Of course I still want you. I just hope the rest of your family is more accepting,”

“They will be, I’m almost sure of it, especially once they see how sweet you are and how you make me happy.”

“Do I make you happy though?”

“Oh, yes. Like more than ever!”

“Could it be, then, that they are jealous of us? I mean you said how Alyssa was always in competition with you and maybe she sees that I make you happy, so maybe she wants to sabotage our relationship.”

“I think you’re right, baby.”

“And Nicky Joe and I don’t have anything in common, but I wouldn’t call him lame as he did to me.”

“I know. I’m sorry he said that. I think you’re wonderful, though, so forget him.”

“His opinion of me doesn’t carry any weight as far as I’m concerned, but your opinion of me carries the weight of the universe.”

“Well, then the whole universe is in your favor because I couldn’t ask for a better man than you!”

“I’m falling even more for you, Sadie Claire Macbride!”

“And I am falling just as much for you, Ezra Lee Toussaint!”

“Don’t ever worry about Alyssa or Nicky Joe again, because it’s like you pointed out, they are jealous and they want to sabotage our relationship. Deep down Alyssa thinks that because I’m so fat, I don’t deserve happiness and she sees that I am happier than her, despite most men choosing her body over mine and it fills her with envy.”

“Well, I want you by my side forever!”

“And I will be!” Sadie paused, then continued, “Hey, would you mind me reading some of the stories from the blogger that I subscribe to? His work always gave me hope that I would find someone and now I have, because of you.”

“Sure. I’ll switch my scanner off and you can entertain me while my clothes dry.”

“Awesome, these stories have really helped me.”

Alyssa began to read the stories out loud to Ezra.

He hung on to her every word, falling even more for her.

He continued listening, then finally said when she came to a stopping point, “It’s as if he knows both of us because I can relate to many of his characters.”

“So can I!” Sadie said with vindication.

“I only wish I could write like him, though.”

“It’s okay. Maybe when we have children, and they are having a tough time we can read his blog to them as well.”

“You actually see that much of a future with me?!”

“Yes, most definitely! And so much more too!” Sadie paused and, then continued, “I hope that’s okay with you.”

“It’s wonderful. I am the happiest man on the planet. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Well, there’s this beautiful young lady from Alabama that I am absolutely crazy about. She has long reddish blonde hair. She stands about five feet. She has a very sexy body that I want to kiss every inch of! She is so sweet too! And she is mine all mine! Who is this beautiful young lady?”

“ME!” Sadie replied with joy.

“And don’t ever forget it!”

“I won’t!”

The dryer then buzzed indicating that Ezra’s clothes were dry.

“What was that loud sound?” Sadie asked.

“The dryer telling me that my clothes are done. I need to bring them back up to my apartment, then I need to also check my blood sugar.”

“You will call me later, though, right?”

“Of course, what time would you like me to call?”

“Well call me at eight o’clock tonight and every night after that, but you can also call me in the morning, whenever you wake up if you want. I have to eat lunch anyway, because I’m really hungry.”

“Well then you, please eat! I will do everything I need to do, then I will call you at eight o’clock tonight.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Until then, just know that I want you by my side forever!”

“And you just know that I will be!”

“Okay, bye baby.”

“Bye.”

Back to “An Online Romance”

Island Drama (Sequel to “Scanner Drama”)

I initially wrote this around July 4-5, 2005, and have subsequently edited it every now and then. If the material seems dated that is because it does indeed take place in July of 2005 on the fictitious but sovereign Archangel Island located somewhere in the Tropical Pacific.  This island state has been fighting off pirates and insurgents since its inception in the mid to late 1990s. Now the war monger president George Walker Bush has declared war on the young nation of Archangel Island because it harbors defectors and political dissidents seeking asylum there. Grant West and Adrianna Parker are two of those defectors and have begun a new life for themselves with Grant helping provide security for cargo freighters and Adrianna working in a government nursery.  Their life will now be severely disrupted because of this illegal and unjust war.

In order to better understand this story, please: Read the Prequel

Without further ado, here is the story:

…Archangel Island…

…July 2005…

T’was a hot summer evening on Archangel Island. A red sunset was shining over the ocean. Grant West and Adrianna Parker were lying on the warm sands together when a middle-aged man approached them.

He spoke, “Get some good rest tonight, West. Tomorrow; we are going out to sea,” He paused then continued ¨You see that sun, `Red sky at night sailor’s delight, red sky in the morning sailor’s warning.'”

Grant answered “Yes sir I’ll be ready. I just need to spend some time with my special girl. AS for that rhyme, where I come from we say `When egrets take flight, foul weather in sight’.”

The man answered, “Ah I understand. I remember when I was YOUNG like you two. I’ll go now.” He paused, then continued “But; I want you to be at the docks 0600 hours sharp tomorrow morning. Bring your weapons and gear and be sure to set your watch.” He then left.

Adrianna leaned against Grant and said, “How many DAYS will you be gone?”

“I don’t know, it depends on how much arms we will be loading and how many ports we dock at. I will be thinking of you and missing you. You can go up to the LIGHThouse and look for us. I will carry my radio on me, and I will buy you a radio so we can keep in touch.”

“That radio wouldn’t replace you, Grant, no one or thing in THE WORLD could do that.”

Grant looked at her with exceeding PASSIONS and said, “Well Adrianna you are so sweet and hot and loving and BEAUTIFUL and the list goes on and on. When I will hear your voice while I’m out on the water, I will close my eyes and imagine you are there. The crew might have to adjust the controls of that boat until it TURNS around because I’ve gone crazy. Crazy for you, that is.”

Adrianna said with concern, “Oh, Grant, don’t do that, you would get fired.”

“Maybe, but when I get back our bed will be rocking more than that boat ever has, even in the worst of storms.”

“Well just don’t do it in front of ALL those CHILDREN I’ll be looking after.”

Grant looked up at the sky put his arm around Adrianna and said, “We have made ONE good LIFE for ourselves here. To think I was a wanted criminal. Now I protect men and cargo from pirates and insurgents while you work at a nursery.”

The mosquitoes were starting so they decided to head into their dwelling. After locking the door, Grant and Adrianna went into their bed and cuddled. All the lights were turned off and the only way they could see the full moon reflected upon the ocean and into their window. Grant ran his fingers through Adrianna’s hair. She smiled at him and kissed him, then petted him on his face. A cool breeze was blowing in from off the ocean and into their screened window. They were both shivering and held each other close together. Grant unbuttoned Adrianna’s shirt, and then pulled it off. He started rubbing her smooth, pale, creamy skin gently. From the feeling of Grant’s masculine hands on her skin and the cool breeze blowing in, her nipples became erect. Grant kissed Adrianna on her chest and neck. Adrianna giggled teasingly at Grant as she unbuttoned his pants and shirt. Grant put his hands up her skirt and untied it. Her skirt fell to the floor. He rubbed her bottom gently AS he started pulling down her panties. Adrianna threw them on top of Grant’s head as she laughed. She then pulled down Grant’s boxers. They admired each others’ bodies for just a moment, then climbed and covered between the sheets. They rolled around in the sheets hugging and kissing each other passionately, as they made love. Both were moaning and sighing with pleasure as they were overcome by each other. After climaxing several times, they slept between the cool sheets. Grant lay intimately close up against Adrianna with her arms and legs around him. Morning came quickly. The pink light was barely making it through the dense fog. Grant stood up from the bed. He walked to the bathroom and started to dress as Adrianna quietly lay in bed asleep. He finished dressing and walked out of the dwelling. On his way out he gently kissed Adrianna on her forehead. He headed to the supply store and walked in.

The owner of the store greeted him and asked, “How can I help you?” The man had several scars on his face and missing teeth.
Grant answered him pulling out his radio “I work on a boat and I am going out to sea today. I want to keep in contact with my girl. Would you carry any radio that is compatible with this one?”

The man examined Grant’s radio and said, “Certainly do. You see these devices talk through our satellite. As long as you both are in the range of it you can talk to each other. Several businesses on the island got together and launched it so they could have a practical way of keeping in touch. We also use the satellite for defense operations.” The owner went to the back of the store and came back with a package. Grant went to pay for the radio when the shop owner pointed down at a combat knife under the glass counter. He said, “If you are going out to sea you will also want to buy one of these.”

He handed the knife to Grant, who looked at it then said “It is a nice knife, I think it will do well with the rest of my gear.¨

The owner replied ¨I’ve heard about you, taking out four thugs with almost just your wits. You remind me of me when I was much younger. I think you will make a decent asset to guarding our logistics. I used to do the very thing, but now I work with arms dealers, and I supply the island with tactical gear.¨ Grant simply nodded then paid for both items and walked out of the store.

The middle-aged man from the previous evening followed Grant out of the shop and approached him “Hello my name is Blaze. I could not help but overhear your conversation.”

Grant shook his hand once again.

“The captain has told me about you. Stick with me and you will be fine.”

“Well let me go tell my girlfriend goodbye and then I will be reporting for work. I’ll meet you at the port.”

Grant walked back to his dwelling. He unlocked and opened the door and met Adrianna. She was still in her nightclothes.

He hugged her and kissed her immediately, then said, “Here you go Adrianna this is the radio I told you about. We can keep in touch now. Grant handed it to her and she set it down on the nightstand.

“It is a somewhat reassurance, but not a replacement of you Grant. I don’t know if I could stand being alone without you.”

“I know it will be lonely, but at least we can hear each other’s voice no matter where we are. I know I would go insane if I couldn’t hear you talk to me.”

Grant packed several pairs of tee shirts, pants, socks, boots, razors with lather and aftershave, his long tactical flashlight with its belt holster, his new combat knife in its scabbard, and his communications radio.

“Grant you sure are BOLD you know that. You’re risking your life going out on that dangerous water. Since you got me that radio, I want you to talk to me every chance you get. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll grow RESTLESS.”

Grant looked at Adrianna soberly and gently said “I must go now, I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

Adrianna threw her arms around Grant. Grant kissed her passionately and held her for just a moment longer. They both opened their eyes and then backed from each other.

Adrianna said, “Be safe Grant. I love you so much!”

He kissed her once more and replied, “I love you too,” then left their dwelling.

He walked out to the dock where all the others were starting to arrive. He attached his radio, flashlight, and knife to his belt.

Blaze saw Grant and said, “Come here man, it’s time to report to work.”

The captain was standing amid all of them. He spoke, “Good morning everyone. I am a man of few words. We shall be leaving shortly and will be stationed on a patrol boat to escort a cargo freighter on the high seas. We will anchor on the high seas as the freighter goes into foreign ports to pick up the goods we are purchasing. We will continue to escort the cargo freighter once it returns to our position on the high seas. Make sure each of you has a knife, and be sure you know how to use it. I hope that we will have no casualties on this trip, but I can’t promise anything. Your duties are to protect your fellow crew members and all the cargo we are carrying at all costs. Remember, all of you are permitted to use lethal force, if necessary. That is all. God bless.”

Grant secured his belongings and boarded the boat along with the other men. The engine was started and not long after a course was plotted and they headed out to sea. The ride was mostly smooth AS the boat was cruising all of them were sitting out on the deck, keeping a watch for attackers. Grant kept to himself. He was listening to his radio, in case Adrianna would call. After not hearing her for a while, he realized that she was at work taking care of children.

Blaze sat near Grant and offered him a cigarette.

Grant shook his head, then replied, “Smoking causes erectile dysfunction and I want to be a lover to Adrianna as long as possible.”

“I fully understand. Best you don’t get addicted anyway.”

“I do have a question, though.”

“Ask away.”

“Tell me, Blaze. Why do all these foreigners attack us?”

“They are jealous of us. Our sovereignty is undeniable proof of their incompetence and failures and that makes us detestable in their sight. These foreigners do not have access to much money so their boats are not heavily armed. They sure know how to fight hand to hand though. You see that radio, never tell your location on there. Those foreigners monitor our satellite communications. They come out of nowhere on small boats and try to steal our cargo. They come onto our boats and attack. Thankfully we know how to fight back. Remember Grant it is legal to do anything to those attackers once they climb aboard. I execute them and use the fleshly remains of their bodies for crab bait.”

Grant then showed his long tactical flashlight to Blaze and said, “I once smashed a bully’s windpipe with this. It could effectively stop someone with a knife or better yet hand to hand, due to the blunt force it provides.”

“I heard about that when you defected from The States and applied for asylum here on Archangel Island. Very impressive.”

“Thank you, sir!”

“I was able to read the news reports about you from The States as well.”

“How’d you do that?”

“Our Defense Intelligence Service shared it with me when I was commanded to mentor you.”

“How did they portray me?”

“Most of them were thirsting for your blood but a very select few were singing your praises.”

“Somehow I am not surprised.”

“Try not to let it get to you. As long as we maintain our sovereignty, you will be safe.”

Grant nodded.

“Now, another hour and our shifts are over,” Blaze told Grant.

Grant kept a sharp eye on the lookout for attackers and the sun was beginning to set.

Blaze looked at his watch and said, “That’s it-the shift has ended. Get some food and rest.”

Blaze and Grant walked into the galley and were fed a meal of deep-fried cod fillets, thick fried potatoes, coleslaw, and a premium crafted cola to drink.”
After Grant had eaten and drank his fill he went to the top of the boat, pulled out his radio, and called Adrianna.

She was just getting into the big empty bed when she heard his voice, “Hello Adrianna, are you there?”

Adrianna replied “Yes I am here. Where are you right now?”

“I’m afraid I can’t say, we have enemies listening in on us as we speak.”

“You are okay though-right?”

“Yes, I am fine. I just got off of my shift. It was a good first day. How was yours.”

“Well, I think I am pretty good with THE CHILDREN. I had fun today and the pay is decent. I never thought I could make this much money doing this kind of work.”

“Yes, my love I think we will like it here.”

The letters AI1COMM in Morse code followed Grant’s transmission. A synthesized computer voice came in and said, “Please keep the satellite communication brief.”

Grant then said, “We cannot talk too long, our Rescue and Defense services use this satellite for their communications also.”

Adrianna replied, “Okay I don’t want us to get in trouble. We can talk later, baby.”

“I guess we could talk for a little while later, but I love you as much as ever.”

“I love you too, Grant.”

The call was then disconnected.

Grant walked down to the sleeping quarters of the boat and placed his radio in his pocket and went to sleep. He dreamed of Adrianna. Meanwhile, she put her radio in the charger and crawled in between the cool sheets of the empty bed, and went to sleep to dream of Grant.

The next morning Adrianna woke up to the crash of thunder and the splashing of rain. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom to get ready for work. She walked out all dressed up as the rain was still coming down hard. Adriana put her raincoat on, grabbed her radio, and walked out of the dwelling to her work. Hours passed. The rain had stopped and the sun started to shine. Adrianna took the children outside then tuned her radio to the satellite up-link frequency. She keyed it up and called for Grant.

Grant heard the call signal coming through as he was preparing to begin his shift for the day.

He answered, “Hello Adrianna, my baby.”

Adrianna replied “I miss you so much. I am constantly thinking about you.”

“Well, I would like to take you into my arms right now and make the purest, sweetest, most passionate love to you.”

“Grant watch your mouth. Those kids might be able to hear my radio.”

“They will understand when they are our age.”

A little girl was approaching Adrianna, so she told Grant, “I have to go right now Grant, there is a little girl that needs my help right now.”

“Okay, I will talk to you at the end of this shift. I love you, Adrianna.”

“I love you too, Grant.”

The call was disconnected.

Grant soon began his shift, keeping a watch for pirates.

Adrianna looked at the little girl and said, “Allie, what’s the matter?”

Allie replied, “Some mean boys are picking on Romey. They want to beat him up I think.”

“Thank you for telling me, now just stay right here,” Adrianna thought of how Grant was jumped when they were in the States. She had an idea that would prove to be successful.

She walked up to Romey and said, “Romey come with me.”

The other boys started to make noise as if they thought Romey was in trouble.

She then told him, “Now I have heard that those boys wanted to hurt you. Is that true?”

Romey looked down at the ground and said, “Yes it’s true. I just want them to leave me alone.”

Adrianna replied, “Well come play over here with Allie and me.”

Romey smiled and nodded. They walked back to where Allie was standing.

Adrianna said, “Could I talk to Allie in private for just a few seconds?”

Romey, replied, “Sure I guess.”

Adrianna told Romey, “Just stay where I can see you.”

Romey went a few feet away and closed his ears.

Adrianna told Allie, “I need you to be Romey’s friend AS he doesn’t have any. I would appreciate it if you would just go play with him. It would be good for him to have someone like you to play with and talk to.”

Allie smiled and said, “Sure, I would be happy to do that. Romey is a nice boy and he is so cute but those others are mean to him.”

Adrianna then called Romey over. He came up to her and she said, “Romey, you and Allie go play together. Don’t go too far from me.”

Allie said, “Come on Romey we can go swing together.”

They swung together for a few minutes, then Allie said, “Let’s go play with Miss Adrianna.”

Romey nodded in agreement. They walked up to her.

Allie asked, “Will you play with us?”

“Sure, Allie, what do you want to play?”

“Let’s play with your radio,” Allie said with excitement.

Adrianna replied, “That’s not a toy.”

Allie made a face of disappointment.

Romey then asked, “What do you use it for?”

Adrianna replied, “I use it to talk to my boyfriend, while he is out at sea.”

Romey replied, “That’s so cool. Allie we could play those phones in the toy box.”

Allie replied, “Yeah Romey, we can pretend that I am Miss Adrianna, and you are her boyfriend out at sea.” Adrianna giggled and said, “OK you two, just stay where I can see you.”

‎ The Defense Intelligence Services alerted the officials, who forwarded the critical information to the population that Archangel Island might soon be under attack.

The sirens started blaring and Adrianna ran up to Romey and Allie, then grabbed both of their hands. She ran with them down to the bunker. Adrianna and the other workers escorted the rest of the children down. When all were in Adrianna found Romey and Allie.

Allie asked, “What is going on?”

Adrianna replied “President Bush is preparing the American forces to attack our island and our fleets. I need both of you to cooperate and do what we tell you. Both of you stick together in case something should happen to me.”

Romey blurted out, “That durn Bush!”

Allie oblivious to the situation giggled a little.

So did Adrianna but she then said soberly, “I’m an American defector and so is my boyfriend and we don’t like him either, Romey.”

Allie replied as she started crying, “I don’t want them to take you away.”

Romey said, “I’ll fight them if they try to take you or your boyfriend away.”

Adrianna hugged them both and said, “They might have to take me away. Romey, promise me that you will not try to attack the Americans, because they will beat you and lock you up.”

All three had tears in their eyes.

Grant came through over the radio, “Adrianna, is everything all right over there?”

Adrianna replied, “I am all right as are the children, we are just shaken up.”

Grant replied, “We are coming home, so the Americans don’t attack any of our ships. I’m told that several arms dealers will arm us and drop the supplies via air. Some mercenary pilots have decided to guard our airspace, but I will soon be reassigned.”

Adrianna said, “Grant please be safe. I love you so much.”

Grant answered, “I love you too Adrianna.”

A transmission from the communications headquarters came through. It was the voice of a woman, which said, “Keep the satellite communications clear except for necessary traffic.”

Time passed by slowly. There was total silence in the bunker, but the air was filled with anxiety. Thirty-six hours later the fleet of boats docked. Grant got off and ran to the daycare center. He knocked on the door and was greeted by a guard from the Archangel Island Government.

He asked Grant, “What is your purpose here?” Grant replied, “My girlfriend, Adrianna Parker, works here and I need to see her.”
The guard replied, “Follow me.”

Grant entered the bunker. He looked around the room until his eyes landed on Adrianna. He ran up to her and they kissed.

The guard said “You two can both go home, for right now. Grant be prepared to fight soon. Adrianna, don’t go too far. We might need you to help the children.”

Grant and Adrianna walked to their dwelling. They settled in when the telephone rang. It was Blaze, he said “Report back to the government headquarters building in the morning. Bring your knife and radio. Also; you must buy a pistol and an assault rifle. We will be organized into security platoons to guard the island. I have been named the leader of our platoon. The good news is, you get to go home every day. The bad news is, we will probably be invaded. Get everything in order now.”

Grant broke the news he just heard to Adrianna.

Adrianna started sobbing as she threw her arms around him. There was a silence as they both climbed into bed. They held each other somberly and then started to make love with great emotion. After experiencing passionate intimacy once again, they snuggled together and were soon asleep.

Morning came all too quickly and bitterly.

Adrianna told Grant, “I can’t lose you.”

“I will do my best AS I have no other choice.”

Both were crying at this point.

Grant looked at Adrianna deeply, knowing he might never see her again if an invasion indeed occurred and he was killed in action.

He kissed her passionately and hugged her with a tight grip. They held each other closely.

There was then a knock at the door.

They both answered it and were greeted by Blaze

“Grant it’s time to go,” He said.

Grant nodded with a somber look.

“I love you so much, Adrianna!”

“I love you too, Grant!” They hugged and kissed one final time.

Then Grant walked out of the door. Adrianna watched them walk until they disappeared into the fog…

 

Now I will admit that this portrayal looks more like what could be a pinnacle of fleshly love.  However, a tremendously Greater Love exists and it is available to anyone who wishes to receive it.  Best of all, this Love does not have the stringent prerequisites that carnal love has…

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Addressing the Offensive Language used on VHF Marine Communications

There are two types of traffic that I listen to on my scanners more than anything else and they are:

Railroad

AND

Marine…

I get it, the majority of scanner listeners use their equipment to listen in on law enforcement, fire, and emergency medical traffic.

That’s also what the general public associates with scanners and those who use them.

Of the two, I listen to marine traffic much more often due to my geographic location.

Usually, I can only hear the dispatch towers of railroads on most days and nights unless the other associated signals are being propagated further.

However, I am only a few miles from several navigable waterways and can hear a good bit of marine traffic occurring on there.

Listening to marine traffic helps me know what passes through my area on boats and barges, and also gives me a heads up of when such watercraft are approaching in the case of me wanting to photograph or record their passage. When I am alone in my residence, these voices on my scanner keep me company. So listening to marine traffic is good clean fun for me and keeps me out of trouble. To a degree, it even helps me maintain my sanity.

I do have only one complaint about listening to marine traffic and it is:

I wish the personnel of these boat and barge crews would be mindful of the language they use over the radio.

Many times, it confirms the very intensity of the phrase “cuss like a sailor.”

Technically, it is illegal to use such vulgarity over the radio, but seldom enforced and actually, I’ve never seen this law enforced first hand.

I don’t see such filthy language used in railroad communications, or at least not first hand. That’s likely because the majority of railroad traffic is recorded.

The only other times I heard vulgar language used over the radio was in my teen years when a Houma City Policeman who was in a foot pursuit of a suspect and of course I’ve heard it all the time on CB and FRS.

The current racial tension going on in America right now is what prompted me to write this piece, though it has been on my mind for nearly four years.

And I will explain why too:

One day, in the Summer of 2016, my then-wife, now ex-wife, was working on an arts and crafts project at the Bayou Blue, Louisiana Library. I would usually sit on the computers there and either write or do my research. On that day, I had completed whatever writing or research projects I had wanted to accomplish, so I went for a walk at the track which is situated behind the library. I walked beyond the track and onto the levee of The Hollywood Canal. That location is in proximity to The Gulf Intracoastal Waterway, so I had my portable scanner, a Uniden BC72XLT, and was scanning several VHF Marine channels with it. Standing on the levee about one hundred feet from me was a black lady, who was fishing in The Hollywood Canal. She was focused on catching fish, maybe for her Sunday dinner, and didn’t even notice me. About that time either a captain or a deckhand came over the radio and was repeatedly saying the n-word. My scanner picked it up loud and clear and I had it at full volume. Hurriedly, though, I shut it off. I don’t know whether or not that black lady heard my scanner or not. If she did, she didn’t make any trouble with me about it. My biggest fear was that she would see that the radio I was carrying was indeed a scanner and then assume that I was listening to law enforcement. I was ready to explain to her that this particular scanner I am using is not capable of picking up any law enforcement traffic in this area, save a few private security firms. Afterward, I went walk on the levee of The Hollywood Canal in the opposite direction of that lady. I don’t remember if I turned my scanner back on or not. In the following days, I remember telling everyone I know who works in marine logistics to watch their language that they use over the radio because they never know who is listening or in earshot. Imagine if that black lady would have raised ten kinds of hell and said how she had heard what she assumed was the cops using the n-word over their radios. Thank God, she likely didn’t even hear my scanner, but if I was any nearer she would have indeed heard it. God only knows what would have happened then because racial tension was pretty high in 2016. Of course, racial tension is once again at its boiling point here in 2020.

I can think of numerous other occasions where maritime workers use other filthy or offensive words over the radio.

One of my hobbies, as I’ve said before is to watch marine traffic as it passes by on waterways. My scanners greatly enhance that hobby.

But when I am in a public area, such as the Houma City Docks, I have to be constantly on alert if certain people are nearby because of the language that some of these maritime workers use. I wish these workers would watch their mouths when talking over the radio for that very reason.

I strive to be a gentleman and one of the things about being a gentleman is to not use foul language in the presence of women.

I try my best not to use it at all, but I slip up either when I am by myself or around worldly men. Another time I fail to preserve my prim and proper speech is when I have work or research that needs to be done and I have to fight with a slow Internet connection.

So, technically, it is none of my business what is being said on those radios, because I do not work in the maritime transportation industry at all.

However, it is a federal crime to use vulgar language over any radio channel, and also in many jurisdictions, it is considered a crime to use vulgar language in the presence of women or children. And calling a person a slur word denoting or connoting their racial or ethnic heritage is sometimes an arrestable offense as well. There are plenty of women children and people from very diverse backgrounds that frequent the city docks either for fishing, exercise or to play on the nearby playground equipment. It SHOULD be pleasant, but if any inappropriate language is heard, it can get very unpleasant and very fast.

I get it, by this point I probably seem like a prude with too much time on his hands.

Call me that if you wish, I don’t care. I’ve been called much worse.

I just wish those in the maritime industry would keep the filth off the radio because they never know who is within listening range.

I stand by my belief that a gentleman ought not to use any crude language in the presence of a woman.

It’s also wrong to use vulgar language in the presence of a child, even though most children will likely giggle a whole lot when exposed to such language.

Before 2018, I used all sorts of bad language. But then the Good Lord got a hold of me and told me how I needed to clean up that area of my life.

I’ll probably just be told to shut my scanner off if I don’t want to expose myself or others to such filth and that is likely what I will do.

But wouldn’t it be nice if I could have the scanner radio on and not have to worry about offending or upsetting those around me?

Let me make it very clear right now that I don’t want to get anyone in trouble because I know that those people who work in marine logistics are very hard-working individuals who have to be away from their loved ones for days, sometimes weeks on end, just to pay their bills and support their families. I greatly appreciate what they do. I think what they do is also very cool. I would love to do it myself if it weren’t for several medical conditions of which I am afflicted. If my words are properly heeded, trouble will be prevented, not caused.

I am not trying to start any sort of fight, but rather just give a friendly but firm reminder that offensive language ought not to occupy the airwaves.

Picture if you will you are speaking in front of a group of school children Kindergarten through High School from every different background there is, but not only that how about some church ladies as well and not just them your mother and your grandmothers and your pastor’s wife and if that’s not enough, imagine you will be meeting the family of your spouse or significant other for the first time. Think of how you ought to speak for that very situation with all those aforementioned people and then you would realize that is how you ought to speak on the airwaves.

How you talk to your coworkers amongst yourselves is none of my business and I frankly don’t care.

But those radios you talk on have a transmission range much further than you think and what you say on them is heard by many more than just the other party, so please, be very mindful of what you say on there.

Again, my motives behind this are very clean. I don’t want anyone to get in trouble for any reason and it’s not my job to report any of you, nor do I have any desire to. However, I would like to be able to have my scanner turned on in a public place and not have to worry about what will be heard by those in earshot.

Thank you all for what you do and I hope this post will be peacefully considered.

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A Review of the Realistic (Radio Shack®) Pro-59 Programmable Scanner Radio

For the record, I do not own the featured image on this page.

I must give credit where credit is due and I cropped it out of the 1992 Radio Shack Catalog.

Since the age of fifteen going on sixteen (September 2002) I had been listening to scanners.

I didn’t know such a device existed until the Summer of 2001 when I first read about them on

https://howstuffworks.com

Specifically:

https://electronics.howstuffworks.com/radio-scanner.htm

I had wanted one ever since, but at the time I was a no income fourteen-year-old with fiscally conservative and technology ignorant parents.

There was no way I could own one, not even an entry-level model.

Without getting too political, I believe that the prices of firearms and scanners are deliberately jacked up in order to discourage ownership of them.

Governments likely demand this but it also represents pure profit for the manufacturers of these ever so controversial instruments.

I will stand by this belief until I am unequivocally proven otherwise.

And by the way, if I can be proven totally incorrect; I will be more than happy to recant this statement.

…Anyway, enough of that…

Scanners are expensive there is no doubt about that.

And since I am living on a disability pension, I cannot afford the latest and greatest scanner really not even an entry-level scanner.

Then why do I own so many of them?

Well, it’s simple, I either buy older models at a very significant discount or people who no longer use them due to their obsolescence or perceived obsolescence give them to me and I always find a use for them.

In the late Summer of 2019, a friend of mine, gave me a Realistic (Radio Shack®) Pro-59 and is what this piece will be a review of.

It is not the oldest scanner that I own.

However, it is indeed the oldest scanner that I use.

This particular unit came off the assembly line in July of 1991 and while it may not pick up what most scanner owners want to hear (police traffic) it still picks up almost everything I want to hear. I believe it is an aftermarket rebadged Uniden made for Radio Shack, but I’m not totally sure.

It may be totally obsolete for the overwhelming majority of scanner users.

While I don’t have a very detailed list of the technical specs, I know most of them right off the bat and will give them:

Frequency Range:
137-174 MHz FM
406-512 MHz FM

So, it does not Aircraft or 700/800/900 MHz and that’s understandable. But it doesn’t get VHF Low Band either and that seems like a mistake on the designers’ parts, especially since there were a lot more VHF Low Band users in the early 1990s then there are now. But I get it, this was a budget-friendly entry-level model that had a price tag of $99.95 in the 1992 Radio Shack Catalog. By the way that is $184.45 in 2019 Dollars! The only users on VHF Low Band in my immediate area anyway are some cheaper baby monitors and my local electric utility cooperative. I have other scanners to listen to those transmissions, anyway.

There are only eight memory channels and it does not have a full frequency display. However, it can recall the frequency assigned to any channel but will do it one digit at a time. But since there are only eight available channel memories, it shouldn’t be too hard to remember what frequency was programmed on each channel.

However, it has a dedicated Weather Band Search at the push of a button and it does indeed get all seven Weather frequencies. That is a pretty big deal since not all stand-alone weather radios made in 1991-1992 actually received all seven weather frequencies!

You, the reader, may think that this scanner is a piece of junk by today’s standards, but I am about to tell you why that is not the case.

It may indeed seem very limited both in 2020 as well as 1992 but the receiver sensitivity is where this model beats all of my other scanners. I have a ~12 Inch aftermarket telescoping antenna connected to the BNC terminal on the back, but it pulls in signals loud and clear that all of my newer scanners don’t even stop on. And some of my newer scanners have better antennas as well!

I cannot seem to get a listing of this receiver’s sensitivity as rated in microvolts, but it must be very sensitive.

And that makes this perfect for what I listen to most namely, railroad and marine traffic.

I keep this scanner on my kitchen counter and run it most of my waking hours.

It is running as I speak, but I am in my bedroom at the moment.

There are several navigable waterways within a few miles of my residence and this wonderful scanner pulls in all nearby transmissions on VHF Marine Inland Waterway Channel (156.650 MHz.) It also pulls in the Coast Guard transmissions on the International VHF Marine Distress Channel (156.800 MHz), some fifty miles away in New Orleans. There is a railroad line about ten miles away and it pulls in the dispatcher clear as day and sometimes the engineer’s side as well. I have a local amateur radio repeater that I listen to programmed in there and it works fine as usual. Finally, I have the Fire Dispatch Channel for all of Terrebonne Parish, the Fire Dispatch Channel for Lafourche Parish Fire District 1 (where a good bit of my family resides) and I have two Fire Tactical channels, one for my local fire department and the other for a neighboring fire department. Almost everything this radio picks up, comes in clear as day. And the other times, the signal is still intelligible. One advantage I have is that I live on the second floor. I specifically asked for a second-floor unit so I could get better television and scanner reception!

So, yes, to most this scanner would be a dust collector, given to a thrift store or perish the thought recycled for parts.

However, I have given it a new purpose and I use it daily.

Despite its age of almost twenty-nine years at the time of writing this, it still keeps me informed and entertained on a daily basis.

It even has helped me maintain my sanity during this quarantine!

Most people my age that have to stay home are likely watching various streaming services.

I, on the other hand, listen to scanners, which may have a considerable startup cost, but are free to use. Well aside from the electric bill and the cost of batteries.

My biggest question is:
Will any of the scanners made in 2020 still be operating without issue twenty-nine years in the future?

I guess this, therefore, concludes my review of The Realistic (Radio Shack®) Pro-59.

And yes, I give this product a rating of 5 out of 5 stars because it performs so well and does everything it is supposed to do!

Hopefully, you, the reader, have been informed and entertained.

May God richly bless you!

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A Review of the Radio Shack 12-248 Sports Weather Radio

Just for the record, I don’t own the featured image.  It is the property of Radio Shack.

I have been fascinated and intimidated by the weather since I was a toddler.

Likewise, I have been interested in electronics and gadgets since I was a toddler as well.

The overwhelming majority of my childhood took place in the 1990s, so I do have a fondness for certain electronic devices that were made during that time.

Now, the first time I ever set foot inside a Radio Shack was on December 26, 1994, and all I did was look at a few computers.

I wouldn’t shop at Radio Shack again until November of 2001 and I wouldn’t shop at Radio Shack on the regular until some point in 2002.

After that, I was in Radio Shack all the time, until most of them closed down in the mid to late 2010s.

When I was in my 20s, I discovered that there was a website that archived almost every Radio Shack Catalog ever printed.

That website is http://radioshackcatalogs.com/

I have since frequently used it as reference material in my research.

When I was in either my late 20s or early 30s, I was looking at the 1998 Radio Shack catalog on that aforementioned website and noticed a neat portable Weather Radio, The Radio Shack 12-248, of which this piece will be a review.

For the next few years, I had wanted one and frequently checked eBay for it.

However, either the price was too high or it was too beat up to be used.

Then in late April of 2020, there was one that appeared to be in very decent condition and selling only for $15 even.

I couldn’t pass this up.

So, on the evening of April 30, 2020, I made my purchase and it came in the mail on May 7, 2020.

The transit times with the Postal Service are agonizingly slow right now, but I think we can all chalk it up to this wretched Coronavirus.

…Anyway…

While I have only had this radio for a few hours, I am still thoroughly impressed.

Some of the features are:
Rugged, Water Resistant Design-This makes it ideal for outdoor use, especially boating in stormy weather.
Bright Yellow Cabinet-This allows it to be easily located.
Standby Alert Feature-Allows the radio to stay quiet until a Weather Alert is broadcast.
Alert Lock-Allows the end-user to know there was an Alert issued even if he/she wasn’t near the radio when it occurred.
Receives All 7 Channels-Will provide Weather Radio coverage almost anywhere in The United States but also parts of Canada and Mexico.

I read the instructions and learned that while it is water-resistant, it is not waterproof. This means that it would probably be ruined if it went overboard. However, it could probably stand up to light rainfall, which I mean it was designed for keeping track of severe weather while outside.

Speaking of that, the rod antenna is considerably long, so maybe that would be a lightning strike hazard if used outside during an electrical storm.

The price was a bit high, especially for 1998 ($49.99) but a lot of Radio Shack products in the 1990s were overpriced. However, they were built very well!

I’m not sure if the channel selector is a PLL tuner or if it’s crystal-controlled, but it pulls in station KIH23 loud and clear from about forty miles away. Even with the antenna retracted, the signal is still intelligible. Granted I am on the second floor, but most of my other weather radios don’t perform this well. The station even bleeds over into adjacent channels, even from about forty miles away.

I tested the alert feature and it is very oud and will get the end user’s attention.

All in all, it seems to be a good weather radio.

I cannot understand why Radio Shack only sold it for a year.

Maybe it was the high price?

One could go make a week or two worth of groceries in 1998 for that price.

As I stated on social media while talking about this weather radio:
“While I don’t think the Gorton’s Fisherman is a real person, however, if he was, I wouldn’t be surprised if he EDCed one of these [a Radio Shack 12-248] in his raincoat pocket while sailing in US or Canadian waters.”

Gorton’s Fish, especially the Beer Battered variety, has been on my mind a lot lately, and now I can eat it as I please. Both my ex-wife and my ex-girlfriend didn’t like to eat it. Now that I am single I can eat it all I want and not hear anything.

I could picture any fisherman carrying this radio though, and what would be cool is if another company would reboot this design but make it truly waterproof and maybe have a more compact rubber duck antenna tuned to the Weather Band. Another idea that I could change it to have a scan feature that automatically pulls in the strongest weather station, instead of a channel selector knob. Other than that it is a great radio and for its time it was excellent.

Nowadays one can get a portable and waterproof VHF Marine Radio with Weather Band and Standby Alert built it for around what this costed in 1998, maybe even cheaper if inflation is considered.

For those that can get one second hand and want to go fishing either inland or in the coastal waters, this seems to be great, if one can get it in decent condition. There have been quite a few Special Marine Warning issued in my area within days around the time of writing this piece.

I imagine that this radio would be great for those with a budget in mind, especially for other outdoor activities as well such as golfing, farming, or hunting.

I’m glad that God finally blessed me with one.

I give this product a 4.7 out of 5 stars because it isn’t truly waterproof and the antenna looks quite flimsy. Other than that, it’s awesome.

This, therefore, concludes my review of The Radio Shack 12-248 Sport Weather Radio.

I hope you, the reader, have been informed and entertained.

Thank you for reading and may God richly bless you!

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Trustworthy

I began writing this in October or November of 2008 and edited it several times.  If it seems dated, that’s because it takes place in November of 2006.

It doesn’t teach the lessons I would usually teach, but I still think it is a sweet story.

Though the setting is a city called Melody, the real area that inspired it was Bayou Cane,  Louisiana, along West Park and West Main, around the time of Thanksgiving.  Between late October and Christmas, that area has always been inspirational for me even before I started writing.

So, without further ado, here is the story:

On a chilly November evening, a youngster caught somewhere between a boy and man named Luke Frost was getting off of his job at a gift shop in the city of Melody. He went to the circuit breakers and cut off the electricity; then locked all the doors.

Luke was a short and skinny nineteen-year-old with dark, slightly curled hair. Because he was starting out in life, he did not yet own a home or vehicle. Instead, he walked everywhere and rented a small one-room apartment.

On this particular evening, he was not in a rush to get home. Luke decided to walk through the park and watch the sun setting in the sky. After strolling for a spell in the park, he looked at his watch.

The hands indicated five thirty-eight, and he muttered, “I guess I will stay here two more minutes.” The time passed by quickly and it was now dark. “Well Luke, better get going.” He mentioned to himself. He knew he would be hard to spot in the dark as he was dressed in black pants and a navy blue work shirt. He also knew that the park was a dangerous place to be after dark. He began running to make his way out and safely get home.

Earlier that day Rebeka Stanley was riding on a bus from Blues City, with only a backpack full of possessions. She was on the run from some dangerous people. When the bus arrived at the station in Melody, she got off the bus and continued on foot, with no idea of where she was going. However, she felt halfway safe because her adversaries had no idea of her whereabouts. She saw a street sign which indicated the entrance to Melody Park and decided to go in. She also realized that is was now getting dark and cold. Her cell phone was dead, and to make matters worse she had nowhere to go nor did she know her way around Melody. Scared and lonely she decided to go inside the park restroom to at least give her time, rest and protection from the elements. As she walked into the entrance, a tall, dark angry-looking man shouted sexual remarks and made an advance at her. Immediately she pepper-sprayed him in the face and ran in the opposite direction. Frightened even more she did not realize the perpendicularity of the walkway in the park as she was sprinting until she and Luke Frost literally crossed paths. Both were knocked to the ground. A moment later Luke got up and pulled a flashlight from the side pocket of his pants, and shined it to see whom he had bumped into, as it was now pitch dark.

He saw Rebeka sitting down with her knees up, she was a very beautiful blond dressed in a brown knee-length skirt, a white blouse, and a black sweater. Luke was flashed by her and could see right up her skirt but quickly turned away from her, as he automatically had a reverence for her.

He asked, “Are you all right?” He paused but then continued “I did not see you coming and I am terribly sorry that I knocked you down…If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, I’d really like to.” He reached his hand out to her and helped her up as she smiled.

Back on her feet, she said, “I am also sorry I didn’t see you coming either.”

Luke stated with great concern, “It is dangerous here at this hour, you should be inside.”

Rebeka replied, “I…”

“What’s that?” Luke asked.

Rebeka continued “I have no place to go and some man almost had his way with me. That is why I was running.”

Luke now felt not only an attraction but now felt compelling compassion towards her as he said, “I could take you to my place, only if you would want that is.” Rebeka smiled awkwardly and there was a discomforting silence until Luke spoke again softly “Hey, I am sorry if I freaked you out. I am merely suggesting a place for you to be safe and out of the cold. I was not trying where I can take advantage of you. It’s just…”

Rebeka smiled warmly and said, “Go on.”

Luke continued, “It’s just I felt attracted to you when I first saw you. I now also feel much compassion towards you.”

Rebeka now smiled from ear to ear as she spoke sweetly, “I am hoping you really mean that.”

Luke put his hand towards her and held her as he said, “Of course I do. Now, exactly what brings you to Melody anyway?”

Paranoia struck her and she said, “Can I tell you later? I am afraid someone is listening.”

Luke replied, “Tell me whatever, whenever, wherever.”

Rebeka beamed and said, “You seem so sweet; I wish I could trust you.”

Luke nodded as he looked at her and said “I totally understand, the way I see it is trust is something that must be earned. It is up to you if you want to give me the chance to earn your trust.”

Rebeka smiled and said, “Yes I am willing to give you the chance. I mean what other choice do I have?”

He smiled took her by the hand and said, “My name is Luke Frost, by the way.”

She replied, “I’m Rebeka Stanley.”

Quickly they left the park and headed to Luke’s apartment. Rebeka undid her backpack, pulling out several changes of clothes, an MP3 player, and her phone with the charger. In the meantime, Luke removed his smart-phone and flashlight from his pockets and set them on top of his coffee table. They both sat down on the convertible sofa in peaceful silence.

Luke then asked, “So why are you in Melody?”

“A co-worker of mine was assaulted and I called the police. The assailants were arrested, but the case was unfortunately thrown out so now they were after me. I had to leave town, at least until this situation blows over.”

“How old are you anyway? I’m just realizing you might be jailbait and I might regret taking you to my apartment.”

“I’m twenty-five, actually, but I’ll take that as a compliment. How old are you though?”

“Nineteen.”

“You’re a baby.”

“I don’t know, I’ve got a job and I’ve got this place.”

“True. You’re doing very well.”

“Thanks, that means an awful lot coming from someone like you.”

Rebeka smiled and then there was an awkward silence.

Boredom and hormones overcame the situation and Luke decided to ask her, “What would you like to do Rebeka?”

To which she replied, “I feel dirty and would like to shower.”

Luke smiled and said as he led her to the bathroom “Right this way.”

He turned on the water for her and then walked out. She undressed, stepped in the bathtub and drew the curtain while Luke sat on his futon and waited for her. While showering she realized that she was starting to have feelings for Luke, and how wonderful she thought he was and decided to physically express to him those thoughts and feelings.

She walked out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Luke was sitting on the sofa when she walked into the room and said, “Guess who?”

Luke felt a tingle as he replied, “Wow you are so beautiful.”

“I am a mess.”

“Well, I still think you are beautiful.”

Rebeka blushed and then kissed Luke on the cheek as she said, “I know that I have found someone awesome!”

Luke tingled and twitched as he asked, “You really think I am awesome?”

Rebeka replied “Of course I do. Now, why don’t I change into something more comfortable.”

Luke replied, shaking, “I’ll be waiting here.” She winked and the walked off to change. When she came back into the room she was wearing a long white nightgown, with her hair down. She smiled brightly at Luke and asked him as he gazed at her, “Do you think I am pretty?”

Luke replied, “I think you are hot.” She pranced up to him, hugged him tightly and kissed his mouth as she said, “If you haven’t guessed already, I am also attracted to you as well.”

Luke smiled and said, “So what do you want to do right now?”

Rebeka replied with a bright twinkle in her eyes as she rubbed his chest “I saw you shaking earlier, you must have been shivering. Let me warm you up and snuggle with you.” Rebeka then paused for a second and said with slight anxiety “If you are all right with it that is.”

Luke smiled from ear to ear and said, “Of course it’s all right.” With that Luke rested his head on Rebecca’s belly and they covered under a blanket as they fell asleep.

A half-hour passed when Luke woke up to the sound of Rebecca’s belly gurgling. Right away he asked her “Are you hungry?”

She asked with a startled laugh “Luke, how could you tell?”

“I could hear your stomach!” Luke replied as he kissed her navel, then continued “I have nothing fancy, but I do have food.”

She answered, “Oh that’s fine; I didn’t have anything to eat since this morning.”

With that Luke led Rebeka to his table, microwaved her elbow macaroni with cheese and poured her some grape juice. After they finished supper, Luke turned on his world band receiver and tuned in a foreign station from The Ukraine. The music coming in over the airwaves sounded very sultry and provocative.

Rebeka looked at him in the eye and asked, “Could we dance?”

Luke answered “Sure, but don’t laugh at my two left feet.”

“Nah, I think you are sexy no matter what.” At first, the music was slow but then it switched to a fast-paced song. Rebeka swiveled her hips and spun around. Luke was extremely turned on. Rebeka playfully pushed him onto the futon and then hopped on top of him and kissed him wildly.

“I want to make love to you, but you’re so innocent,” Rebeka said with frustration.

“We don’t have to. We can just cuddle,” Luke replied, then continued,  “You seem innocent too though.”

“But my innocence was violently taken from me as a child,”  Rebeka said stoically.

“Then in my book, you’re still innocent!”

“Thanks, you are really sweet, Luke!”  Rebeka said as she kissed him, then continued,  “And it makes me want you even more though.”

“We will when the time is right and it will be perfect for us!”

“Where have you been all my life?”

“In Melody.”

Rebeka then giggled at Luke’s response.

Luke began to plant kisses on Rebeka’s head as she rested it on his chest.

“I do need some rest.”

“Then sleep in my arms. I will kiss you until you fall asleep!”

Soon they both fell asleep, in each others’ arms.

The next morning Luke woke up early. He quickly prepared breakfast then brought it to her as he gently rubbed her face, and said, “Time to wake up, I made you breakfast in bed. It’s just toast with jam cereal with milk though.”

Rebeka stretched and moaned as she spoke, “Still, I can totally get used to this.”

Luke replied, “Well, by all means, get used to it!”

She smiled and asked, “But where will I stay?”

Luke hugged her and replied, “Over here, of course.”

Rebeka wrapped herself around him and then said, “I think I love you, Luke.”

Luke replied “I love you as well, Rebeka. Thank you for counting me trustworthy.”

While this seems like the beginning of a wonderful love story, it is likely more or less an infatuation and a matter of circumstance.  However, there is a much Greater Love and it is available to all who accept It.  Best of all, it does not have the stringent prerequisites that are in place for carnal love.

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Why would I EDC a Weather Radio?

I get different reactions when I show off the items I EDC.

While, like most, I usually carry a tactical flashlight and some sort of metal tool or knife along with my keys, wallet, smartphone, and a wristwatch. My psychiatrist refuses to clear me for a concealed weapon carrying permit, but one day I might open carry my Ruger LCP. Without getting too political, I am absolutely 100% opposed to any and all forms of gun control!

As a Christian, I also carry a copy of God’s Holy Word, namely, the Bible. For doing so I get kudos from fellow believers and mockery or even hostility from worldly or lost people, but that is totally expected.

I frequently carry a scanner radio, but no one really bats an eye about that. In public, I am frequently mistook for a firefighter when I carry it.

There are two items I carry that frequently raise questions from others in the EDC community.

One item is a calculator which I can easily explain and most will accept the answer. After all, I’ve been fascinated by calculators almost as long as I have been fascinated by flashlights and that is since infancy. As a high school math teacher, my Mom EDCs a calculator or two for work, though in reality, she eschews them. However, she is the reason why I became fascinated by calculators. My Dad was a banking executive when I was born and I don’t know if he ever carried a calculator or not, because he was laid off from the bank a few months after my birth. He then switched careers and eventually became a special education teacher. Even though my Dad was a sporting goods salesman for a couple years during the career change, he isn’t into EDC at all. His Dad, my Paw Paw, was into EDC at least to some degree, although he only owned extremely budget-friendly items. My Maw Maw also carried a flashlight in her purse for as long as I knew her, until she became a shut in and passed on December 28, 2019. At one point I’m almost sure she had an old school Pelican MityLite 1900! There were always calculators around though while I was growing up and I had been carrying one on and off since the age of eight. So, even though I am fascinated by calculators, when asked why I carry them, I can quickly justify and have done so.

Another item that I continuously EDC is a pocket-sized weather radio. While no one has directly questioned my motives as to why I do so, I’m sure I at least get eye rolls when I post pictures of mine or pull it out and listen.

In this piece, I am going to give a testimony on why I personally carry a weather radio and while I don’t expect you, the reader, to follow suit, maybe my reasons for doing so will be better understood.

Let’s go back to the Summer of 1990. I was three and a half and my brother and sister were a few months old. My Mom was off from teaching school, but my Dad was at work, working as a sporting goods salesman. There had been some storms going on all day. My Mom had baked home-made biscuits earlier in the day. It’s something, I can fry chicken almost identical to Colonel Sanders Original Recipe and my Mom can bake biscuits almost identical to Popeye’s Buttermilk Biscuits. I taught myself how to fry chicken that way, mostly through trial and error but also by God’s Grace. However, my Mom got her biscuit recipe from an old Catholic monk. The storms had gotten progressively worse during the day, then our electricity was disrupted. At some point, it became dark as night though it was only midday. My Mom gathered us into the center of the house and we sat there by the light of an Eveready Commander 6 Volt Lantern. The model number was 5122.

Though I was always afraid of the weather, I don’t remember being too frightened. I think it was because I was holding a flashlight and even back then I was fascinated by flashlights. I stood in the hall eating a biscuit.

We had no idea if there was actually a tornado present because we had no weather radio.

There was a Sears transistorized AM/FM radio that was put away, but I guess my Mom was probably more focused on getting all of us to safety rather than looking for that radio.

Even if my Mom would have been able to locate that transistor radio, the battery could have very well been dead. There was no way of us to know when the Tornado Warning, if any, had expired.

At some point, the sky lightened up and the electricity came back on and I guess we took this as the all-clear.

Looking back, this probably had an impact on me and is most likely was caused me to have a compelling desire to be accurately informed.

As I am writing this, I am reminded that back in the day, weather radios were somewhat of a status symbol, associated only with the affluent. I mean they were heavily marketed to golfers, of which playing golf during a thunderstorm is quite risky, so a golfer would desperately need one. I wonder if Donald Trump ever carried a weather radio in his younger days whilst playing golf. To further back up my claim that weather radios once were and maybe still are a status symbol now, at least to some degree is that, I’ve only seen upper-middle-class and wealthy people in possession of one. I’ve never once seen anyone from the lower socio-economic positions to ever be in possession of a weather radio. I have even read an article or two about how the white upper class are almost the only ones who purchase weather radios and that poorer whites, as well as most minorities, don’t even bother purchasing one.

While at the time, my family was lower middle class and stayed there until between 1997 and 2000. Now they are almost upper-middle class.

I didn’t know there was such a device as a weather radio until the summer of 1997 when I was reading some hurricane preparedness literature.

I wouldn’t actually own a weather radio of my own until late December 2001. It was an Oregon Scientific WR-8000. Unfortunately, it killed on me in less than two years, but I did EDC it when I could.

I myself as an individual would be considered impoverished by most standards.

Yes, I’ll admit that fully.

The only reason I am able to afford a weather radio (and I do own several) is that I either purchase them on clearance as new old stock, a friend gives one to me or I buy one in gently used condition for a fraction of the cost.

Between December of 2001 and April of 2015, I had gone through a few portable weather radios, many of which killed on me, unfortunately.

I guess it is poor quality control because I did not abuse these radios by any means.

Since the Spring of 2006, I had wanted a Midland HH50B, but it would be over nine more years before I would actually purchase one.

I had some desktop models that were on constant standby as well as a Radio Shack Weather Cube as a backup.

Then one day in late April of 2015, my area was experiencing some severe weather. This weather resulted in the one and only train derailment on the Huey Pierce Long Bridge near New Orleans. The said bridge was about eighty years old at the time.

My standby models had alerted me to a Tornado Watch in advance.

Then there were quite a few Severe Thunderstorm Warnings issued.

My then-wife, now ex-wife, as usual, was watching television.

However, I told her to get dressed in case we would need to move quickly.

The amazing thing is, she actually listened to me, though this was one of the very few times she did listen to me.

A few minutes later we received a Tornado Warning for our Parish.

The sky, though again around midday, became dark as night.

My apartment manager invited the second-floor tenants to her unit which was downstairs.

My now ex wife and I left with the clothes on our back, though I had a Mini Maglite LED in my pants pocket and I also had an Energizer Weatheready 6 Volt LED Lantern in my hand.

We made our way down the stairs and across the parking lot as lightning fiercely flashed.

The sky was still dark as night.

Several of us stood in the manager’s downstairs unit, anxiously waiting for the weather to pass.

Minutes crawled by, but, then, finally, conditions began improving.

The cell service was in and out that day, so none of us could rely on our phones, for weather data though at the time I didn’t even own a smartphone. I would though, a couple days later.

Several young women were wondering when the Tornado Warning would expire.

Eventually, I walked back up to my apartment and retrieved my Weather Cube, which while battery-powered, is still basically impossible to EDC.

I stood and listened to the weather report then when the Tornado Warning expired, I let everyone know and we all went back to our units and resumed our daily activities.

That day made me realize that I should own a weather radio that I could EDC in my backpack and even in my pocket if necessary.

I knew I was going to bite the bullet and soon purchase a Midland HH50B.

A little over a month later, I was able to score one brand new with batteries for ~$10 and free shipping. Thank God for eBay! I had been wanting one for years, so I gladly purchased it with my spending money.

At the time, I was also a new smartphone user and when my new weather radio came in, there was some literature enclosed in the packaging about downloading Midland Weather Center for Apple and Android devices.

I did just that and subsequently downloaded it on almost every smartphone I have owned since.

Granted this app is unfortunately no longer available on Google Play, but it can still be downloaded and installed on Android devices if you know what you are doing.

As for the Midland HH50B, I EDCed it from June of 2015 until December of 2017 when my then-wife now ex-wife broke it in a fit of anger.

However, I liked it so much that I quickly ordered a new one and it arrived on my doorstep a few days later.

I still EDC it in my backpack everywhere I go. And if I can’t have my backpack with me but I know I will be away from home or outdoors for any given time, I will have it in my right pants pocket next to my EDC flashlight.

It has come in handy numerous times either for stand by alerts for severe weather when I am not home or for sheltering in place during severe weather and monitoring the progress thereof.

The times it has been most handy is when I go on road trips and I am the passenger. I use it in conjunction with my Midland Weather Center app and use the weather intelligence gained to assist the driver in avoiding severe storms. I’ve even used it to confirm that there were no tornadoes nearby when my Dad called and thought there were. That was on January 20, 2017 and I was traveling with a friend between Shreveport and Dallas. A day later, though, while heading back home I used my weather radio to keep track of tornado near Nacitoches, Louisiana.

EDCing a weather radio has been very beneficial and never once detrimental, so I plan to do it indefinitely

I don’t know if these reasons will convince you, the reader, whether to also EDC a weather radio or not, but I hope this piece at least validates my reason to do so.

I guess this, therefore, concludes my piece and I hope you, the reader, have been informed and maybe even a little entertained.

Thank you for reading!

Scanner Drama

I initially wrote this story on the evening of January 31, 2004, into the morning hours of February 1, 2004.  I have subsequently edited it many times over the years, but, finally, I think it is presentable enough for you, the reader.  It is essentially a teen and young adult soap opera that takes place in the fictitious American port city of Melody.  I have not decided if Melody is on the Pacific or Gulf Coast but several of my other stories take place there.  This story also reflects my political views I harbored during my teen years.  Of course it is also a love story.

Without further ado, here it is:

It was a stormy Friday morning in the Port City of Melody. Grant West, an eighteen-year-old senior at Melody High School was getting ready for the day. It just so happened that on this day his parents decided to take a weekend vacation and he would be home alone for the weekend. His dad was a port security officer and got him a part-time job under the table at a maritime supply warehouse near the city dock. Grant planned to help with inventory for the weekend and make extra money. He was a lonely teen who mostly worked and didn’t have much of a life outside of it. He knew his trade well and planned to work full time for the warehouse upon graduating. From handling the various goods on his job; he realized their use. For some time now he made it his business to carry a police-style flashlight everywhere he went. He also carried a portable scanner and a pocket tool where he legally could. He had saved up some money and purchased a restored army surplus Jeep for his transportation. Due to all of his mannerisms, Grant seemed militant, uptight and weird to most of his peers. In reality; he was actually a kind and genuine person, who was misunderstood easily.

Grant drove off to school just making it in time for the first bell. The first class, Trigonometry was difficult, but in time the class period was over. His second-period class was a course on how to be prepared for the workforce. Naturally, it was a breeze for him as he already had a job and knew what to expect. The third class was gym, but there were no sports being played because of the stormy weather. He kept to himself for that period, until he saw Adrianna Parker. He had admired her from a distance but was hesitant to make a move because he was afraid of her rejecting him. She passed by and he just watched her, then smiled. She smiled back at him and made his heart skip a beat. Adrianna was a very friendly and pretty girl of seventeen going on eighteen. She was a very caring person but did not care for most of the people at this school. She was not a loner at all but did keep herself away from the ones who tended to be fake or cruel. She was in a clique all of her own, a free spirit. Adrianna spent her free time writing, though she never showed anyone her work. Many guys wanted her, but she was waiting for the right one to come. She wanted someone like one of the characters in her stories. She was sitting in the bleachers reading one of her stories from a composition book and noticed Grant was staring at her. She looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back and continued to stare.

“Would you like to come and sit with me?” She asked.

Grant answered, “Sure, I guess.” She motioned for him to come, to which he did.

He asked her, “So, why do you want me to sit with you?”

She giggled and replied, “Because I think you are cute and you remind me of some of the characters I write about.”

“I don’t see how.”

“Everything thinks of you as weird and you do scare people off. I, on the other hand, see you as a potential hero. You remind me of someone who could save a damsel in distress.”

Grant blushed then said, “Sure I guess, I don’t know.”

“I know,” Adrianna answered.

Grant then asked, “So what makes you think like that?”

She replied, “I am a writer and in the stories I write; male protagonists are just like you. I have them all written in here.” Adriana smiled and held up her composition book.

Grant blushed. There was a brief silence and Grant asked, “Well, could I see what your stories?”

Adriana smiled and said, “You may, but I would rather read them to you instead.”

Grant nodded and Adriana began to read aloud. The story came to a very sensual part. Both were beginning to feel romantic stirrings and both started to blush. Their eyes met and they prepared to kiss when, suddenly, the girls’ gym teacher saw them and shouted for them to separate.

“Let’s meet up later,” Adriana said and Grant nodded in agreement. About a minute later; the bell rang.

Grant began heading to his next class, carrying his gym shoes. They were a coveted pair by many that he purchased over the summer with some of the money he made while working. Suddenly; four guys from his gym class surrounded him and attempted to take the shoes. Lance Johnson, Benson Porter, Joe Price, and Bruce Gray.

Lance had made trouble with Grant ever since freshman year. He was a 17-year-old bastard and had no clue who his father was. Many admired his athletic skills, despite the fact that he had taken advantage of many innocent freshman girls.

Benson was not a problem for Grant up until recently. Mostly he was a show-off and had picked a few fights with him in gym class. Grant tried to ignore him, for the most part. Benson would get in Grant’s face and scream, just to mess with him. He was a lean muscular completely shaved 18-year-old football star.

Joe was also a football player and a tall well built red head of 18. There was a story going around that he was shot while trying to buy pills. The only reason for him not being expelled was that he was a star athlete. He survived the gunshot wound, but many students would make fun of him by saying “ready, aim fire”. This would anger him further.

Bruce was a short skinny and rich 17-year-old. He was not built like the others but still was a mess maker. From day one he had harassed Grant, and would make fun of him. He loved pointing out the flaws of others and also being a busy body. His weapon was that of a coward-spreading gossip.

Suddenly; Bruce took the shoes. Grant shouted, “Who the hell do you think you are? You have no right to take my shoes.”

Joe replied, “What are you going to do about it?”

Grant kicked Bruce in his instep and then in his groin, sending him to the floor, as he said, “That is what I am going to do.” He then took the shoes back.

Joe then attempted to take the shoes from Grant as he grabbed him and said, “I had a pair like these , but they were stolen. I’ll take these.”

Grant yelled as loud as he could, “Ready, aim, fire! You let me go or it will get ugly!” Grant thought that the scream would disorient his opponent. The opposite happened, Joe in a greater anger slammed him to the hard cement ground, then punched him in the face while the others kicked him from all sides. The bell rang and at the same time. Lance stomped on Grant’s groin.

Bruce licked Grant on his side and said, “That’s for kicking me, by the way no one likes you.” Joe handed the shoes to Benson and Lance kicked Grant once more. They left him there as he lay there weakened from his injuries bleeding slightly.

Adrianna was walking by and called out, “Oh my God. Grant are you okay?”

Grant answered, “Yes I think I’ll be.” She sat down next to him, and rested his head in her lap then asked Grant as she held him, “Who did this to you?”

Grant answered “I was attacked by four stupid jocks. ”

She rubbed his face gently as she said “Typical idiots. You didn’t deserve that. Grant looked up at Adriana, smiled and turned a little red. Adriana giggled and smiled back. Grant choked a little as he looked up into her eyes. There was an awkward silence for a moment then Adriana asked: “So what are you doing this afternoon?”

Grant said, “Oh I was thinking of doing inventory at my job.”

Adrianna pouted slightly and said, “Oh I see.” She paused and then said, “I was hoping we could do something together?”

Grant smiled and said, “Are you asking me out.”

Adrianna giggled and replied “Sure, you seem like a really wonderful guy. Would you say yes, if indeed I am asking you out?”

Grant smiled and said “Well I don’t exactly have to go in this weekend. My boss would understand, so yes I would love to.”

Adrianna smiled from ear to ear then threw her arms around Grant and kissed him. The tardy bell rang so they quickly programmed each other’s phone number into each other’s phone and then walked off.

The next two class periods went by slowly. Finally, the lunch period came and Grant met Adrianna in the quadrangle. Immediately after; they moved to a secluded area on the campus where they thought they would have privacy.

Soon they were deeply engaged in conversation, not realizing the four boys were listening in.

Grant answered Adrianna “…Well, I could drive you to the park and we can hang out there.”

Adrianna nodded and then said in disappointment “But what about the rain.”

“We could wait it out in my Jeep. I heard that this weather would be clearing out by the late afternoon.”

Adrianna giggled, then said, “While we are in the Jeep, would you like me to read you some more of my stories?”

Grant replied, “Sure, I can’t wait to hear them.” With that they passionately hugged each other, sharing several kisses, until Bruce secretly tattled.

Almost immediately, they were stopped by a duty teacher and both issued a Saturday school. The punishment did not stop their newly found affection for each other. Soon after the bell rang and they said their affectionate goodbyes then headed to class. They had no idea that Grant’s four attackers had been eavesdropping on them and planning to ruin their evening.

The rest of the day was filled with an excited anticipation of what was going to happen later that day. Finally, the dismissal bell rang and both Grant and Adrianna walked to the Jeep.

Grant opened the door for Adrianna to which she kissed him and said: “Thank you.”

He then sat in the driver seat and drove off, little did they know they were being followed. They arrived in the park and sat there in the Jeep as the rain was pouring. Out of habit, Grant looked out of his rearview mirror and saw that there was a pickup truck, pulling up close to them. Grant’s militant instincts kicked in and he said: “I think we are being stalked, that truck is parked awfully close to us.” He paused and then said, “Lock yourself in, I am going to try and neutralize this situation.”

Adrianna said, “Be careful Grant.” Just as he was about to get exit his vehicle and confront whoever was stalking him face to face, those four boys swarmed around Grant and Adrianna.

Benson getting closest to Grant’s side window. He punched Grant’s glass window open and attempted to pull Grant out. Thinking quickly Grant pretended to let Benson pull him out, but then took his 5 D sized Maglite flashlight from under the seat and whacked Benson in the head, knocking him out. Upon seeing this, Bruce fled the scene like a coward. Grant saw that Lance was invading on Adrianna’s side, climbed in and was trying to have his way with Adrianna. Grant got back in the Jeep and started it. He put it in drive and then gunned the engine. As he reached a high rate of speed, he then slammed his Jeep into an oak tree, causing Lance to be ejected from on top Adrianna and then through the windshield. Joe was angrier than ever before as he went to pull Grant from the wrecked Jeep and planned beat Grant to a pulp. Grant knew he was coming, again thought quickly and pretended to be injured. Joe crawled into Grant’s seat over him and Grant knew it was time to strike. He took his flashlight and stuck it into Joe’s throat, crushing the windpipe.

Grant and Adrianna were then put into a deep predicament, they knew the police were probably coming and their getaway ride was totaled.

Grant soberly said “I don’t want you to go down with me, Adrianna. Please get out of here while you still can.”

Adrianna shook her head, feverishly and told him “No, I will stand by you. You are a noble hero and you saved us.”

Grant said “Damn it we need to get out of here.” He took his flashlight and scanner, then removed the vehicle plate from his Jeep, then continued, “I can hide in the culvert outside of the park. Bruce fled the scene and won’t know where I am. The other three are incapacitated.” The sky began to turn blue, once again. Grant said “You need to get out of here Adriana. Is your house far from the park?”

She replied “My friend’s house isn’t.”

Grant replied “Good, then go there and see if she can take you to yours.”

She replied, kissing and hugging him passionately “All right Grant. If we don’t see each other again, know that I love you!”

Grant crawled into the culvert and Adriana left.

Not long after, Adriana made it to her friend’s house and then called Grant. He instantly picked up. Adriana said, “My friend is driving me to my house and I will get the family car and pick you up. I will then get you to safety.”

Grant replied and then said, “Thank you so much Adriana, and, just so you know; I love you too.”

“You didn’t have to say it because your actions already prove it!”

They hung up.

Minutes seemed to pass like hours.

Finally, Adriana came in her family car and picked Grant up. He stepped in the car just a the lightning flashed. Grant lied down in the backseat and Adriana said in a sultry voice, “Where to Mister?”

Grant replied “To freedom, Madame, to freedom!” He paused, then continued, “I took the plate off my vehicle, so I don’t think they will be able to figure out it’s mine, at least not for a while. Therefore, we can go to my house, you know just in case they see yours. With that, they rushed to Grant’s house and arrived just as the rain had begun to fall it’s hardest.

“What will they do when they find it it’s your car?”

Grant then said pointing to his scanner, “That’s where this wonderful device comes in.”

He turned it on. Chatter came in on the scanner “Melody 911 to Melody EMS; we have a report of three medical emergencies in the municipal park. Several males were involved in a 103-F. PD is already en route. Stand by for further traffic…” “Dispatch to Officer Nick…” “Go ahead…” What is your 10-20 and ETA?” “Melody Expressway and 2 minutes…” “Roll Code 3.” “10-4.”

Officer Nick turned on his lights and sirens and gunned his car, however, the road was very wet and he lost control. His car fishtailed off the road and crashed into the pillars of an overpass. He keyed into the radio which was picked up on Grant’s scanner “My unit has crashed, please send backup to Melody Expressway at Exit…My unit is on fire it just burst into flames…” And the scanner went silent. Then the Dispatcher came in on the scanner and said “Dispatch to Officer Nick.” No response was heard. She tried again “Dispatch to Officer Nick.” There was another silence.

Grant said, “As messed up as this may sound, I think we have bought us some time.”

Adrianna drove them in the rain to Grant’s parent’s house. As soon as they stepped out, they were soaking wet. Quickly, they entered the house they locked the doors. It was somewhat chilly in that house, so Grant took off his wet shirt. Adrianna threw her arms around him, as he was cold and wet. Grant was overcome by the feeling of Adriana’s gentle arms wrapped around his wet skin. He kissed her wildly. They fell onto the sofa and snuggled together. Adriana lay there with Grant up against her.

Soon their hormones began to get the better of them and Adrianna was starting to unbutton Grant’s slacks, when the scanner crackled in, “Dispatch, it turns out that a subject named Grant West was the assailant. I believe he is the son of Mark West in port security. I am on my way to search his house. He is probably hiding out there.” “Affirmative Jack. I’ll also notify the chief.”

Thinking quickly Grant removed the battery from his phone, to disable the GPS so he would not be tracked.

Meanwhile back at home Grant was in distress over what he had just heard on his scanner. Nervously, he said, “Did you hear all that Adriana? We have to get out of here now. Are you ready to leave?”

“Yes let’s do this thing baby!” She answered him and laughed a little.

Grant went into his room and grabbed his Leatherman Multi-Tool, along with his scanner and flashlight. He explained to Adrianna “I didn’t want to get caught with this Leatherman at school, but I don’t think I will be in school for a while.”

Ever so quietly they crept out of the house silently shutting the door behind them, then walked down the steps of the porch, then to Adriana’s family car. Adriana drove Grant to her house and they walked into her bedroom.

The weather had now cleared out and Grant said “I know how I can get away from the police. I will sneak out of the country but I will have to leave you here. I want to spare you this drama.”

Adriana began to sob and said “No, I want to come with you. I don’t care about any of this drama. Anyway, I feel like I am living out my stories.” She paused and then asked Grant “How will you be able to get out of the country, though?”

“That’s easy. All I have to do is get on a supply boat that is headed towards Archangel Island. There is one that is leaving tomorrow morning in fact.”

Adriana then asked “How do you know it will let you on?”

Grant answered “I work in the maritime supply industry so I have connections.”

Adriana smiled and then said, “Well I wish I could board the boat with you.”

Grant asked “Do you really want to be with me that much?”

Adriana nodded, as she spoke, “Most surely I want to be with you that much and more. I’ve never met anyone like you!”

Grant then said “I could possibly have them take you as well. But you will have to defect. The only problem is you are not yet 18.”

Adriana replied, “But I will 18 be in just a few days.”

Grant reluctantly agreed and then said, “All right then; are you ready?”

Adriana smiled and then said “Yes. I am ready.” Immediately she packed and then they left. They walked to Grant’s workplace under the cover of darkness holding hands and shivering.

Finally, they made it to the warehouse and Grant unlocked the door. They entered then locked the door behind them. Grant and Adriana sat down on the floor and there was silence. Not long after; hormones once again overtook them.

Grant whispered. “Adriana, you are the sweetest person I have ever met in my life. I know we haven’t been together for that long. Even with all this drama, being with you has made me happier than ever.” Grant then gently kissed Adriana on top of her head.

Adriana wrapped her arms around Grant and kissed him passionately as she said. “I never thought I would find someone who would treat me right, but then I find you. You are so sweet Grant, and you are very loyal. I am glad to have found you.”

They kissed each other once again and held hands.  Handholding led to cuddling.  Cuddling led to removal of clothing.  Totally naked, they began to loving caress each other genitals.  Caressing led to lovemaking. Passionately they became intimate in that storeroom. There was a silence but they were in pure bliss, as they both lost their virginity. After hours of lovemaking; they fell asleep snuggling next to each other for the rest of the night.

Early that next morning they stepped out of the warehouse. The cargo ship bound for Archangel Island was preparing to leave. Grant went to the captain, who was standing on the dock smoking a cigar.

He then spoke, “We need to get out of the country and I know you can help us?”

The captain answered, “I will get both you out of the country if you agree to pay me.”

Grant handed him the cash he had on hand, and his scanner and finally his G-Shock wristwatch.  Adrianna also handed him her diamond-studded earrings. The captain then said “All right come aboard.”

Grant and Adriana looked at each other, then agreed to go. They climbed aboard the ship and went below the deck and into the engine room to hide. After getting comfortable Adriana held his hand and kissed him passionately. Soon heard the engines of the cargo boat fire up and they started to move. All through the night, they kept moving. They spent several days and nights at sea, with Adrianna turning eighteen during the course of the voyage.  Finally, the boat docked. They climbed onto the deck of the ship and ran off.

Both were quickly detained and interrogated by a security officer.  Grant explained the situation saying “We are on the run from the American law and I know you’re government harbors defectors.” He paused then continued “I will be charged with second degree murder, but I assure you it was all in self-defense.” Grant paused and then said, “And I assure we will not cause trouble on this island.” The guard said “Self defense, huh?  Tell me how it happened.”

Grant replied “Well I would love to. Three guys surrounded my Jeep, with my girlfriend in it. One punched my driver’s side window in and pulled me out. I thought quickly and struck him in his head with this flashlight, Grant showed him the 5 D sized Maglite. He fell to the ground and did not get back up. The next one tried to have his way with Adrianna and came in on the passenger seat and climbed on top of her. I started my engine gunned it and then crashed it into an oak tree, sending him through the windshield and into the tree, he didn’t get up. Finally I pretended to be injured in the crash as the third one came to me. He thought I was knocked out and was about to kill me when I again used this flashlight again and struck his windpipe. He fell to the ground and did not get up. I learned these tactics working in the maritime industry. The company I worked for supplies your island’s government with tactical gear.

Impressed the security officer replied “I assure both of you, do not worry about anything. Our government will not allow extradition. You are safe here. Furthermore are constantly looking for security forces. I would be more than happy for you to work under me.” He paused then continued, “You see, we have much trouble with pirates and insurgents, constantly trying to invade.”

Grant smiled and said, “My dad works for port security back in the States so I am that much more familiar with the trade.”

The officer continued, “I promise you top pay and protection from any foreign entity if you agree.” Grant nodded his head, then spoke, “Sure, I’ll take the job. What other choice do it have?” He then looked at Adrianna, and she smiled at him.

The security officer then looked at Adrianna and said, “And for you, young lady, we are in constant need of nursery workers.”

“Sure, I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” Adrianna answered.

“Good. Now both of you will be escorted to the refugee camp until a dwelling can be built for both of you.”

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This may seem like a wonderful love between a young man and his newly found girlfriend, but I admit it is more or less an example of strong emotion and maybe a great desire of freedom and thrill seeking.  After all it is a teen drama that I wrote as a teenager!  There is, however, a much Greater Love and it is available to all who wish to receive it.  The best part is that it doesn’t have the conditions or prerequisites that are associated with carnal love!

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A Review of the Oregon Scientific WR601N Handheld Weather Radio with S.A.M.E.

For the record, I do not own the featured image on this page, rather I downloaded it from eBay and I give credit to whomever credit is due.

As you, the reader, can probably tell, I have an strong interest in Weather Radios.

I first read about a NOAA Weather Radio in the Summer of 1997 at the age of ten and a half whilst reading a hurricane preparedness pamphlet.

I wouldn’t actually own a NOAA Weather Radio until December of 2001 at the age of fourteen going on fifteen.

However, once I owned one, I would be completely fascinated.

My parents thought there was something wrong with me because of it.

Well technically there is something wrong with me, but when I was a teen, I was the only teen I knew of that was interested in radio electronics.

Nowadays, there are plenty of teens who are interested in radio electronics, especially weather radio, and sites like YouTube are living proof.

Sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong generation and should have been born ten to fifteen years later.

It was in my mid-twenties that I began to collect weather radios.

Now at the age of thirty-two-going-on-thirty-three, I am frequently visiting thrift stores, flea markets, antique shops, and hamfests to purchase gently-used vintage weather radios.

On November 2, 2019, I had some cash on me and went to my local GoodWill.

It was as if God Himself was telling me to go there because I would find a weather radio.

And in the electronics/appliances section, I found an Oregon Scientific WR601N in very good condition, but selling for only $1.97+tax.

I had been wanting one of these for a couple years but didn’t want to pay the MSRP.

This piece will be a review of that aforementioned weather radio.

What I purchased at GoodWill only included the radio, battery door, and lanyard. There was no manual, cradle or AC adaptor.

Still, for $1.97+tax, I’m not going to complain.

Performance-wise, this radio is a true winner:
The size is very compact and can be carried on your person or in a backpack without weighing the user down.

The antenna is short and stubby, but is rugged and pulls in the Weather Radio broadcast very well, even from forty miles away!

The speaker audio is clear and crisp but can be annoying when there is noise in the signal.

The radio runs on 3 AA batteries and the runtime seems generous.

There are a clock and calendar which I must say keeps time very accurately, like +/-1 second in a week!

There are two separate alarm times that can be set and the alarm is loud enough.

The radio receives all seven weather radio channels.

The radio is equipped with S.A.M.E. technology and can store up to six administrative divisions or monitor all six.

The blue backlight lights up the display brightly and evenly. It is activated by pressing the snooze button.

The housing seems to be built very well and could probably survive a few drops.

Also, the face of the radio is yellow, meaning it can be easily found in a dark room or cluttered baggage.

There is an external speaker jack.

The display can be expressed in English, French or Spanish.

There are only three real [albeit minor] complaints I have and they are:
The radio can be a bit tricky to program and operate and takes some getting used to.

The radio also has trouble standing by itself, even on a flat surface.

The radio should have better noise limiting circuitry since it will not work well near any source of electrical noise.

However, at the price I paid, I’m not going to make any case about the complaints.

Even though I didn’t buy it brand new and I don’t have all the right accessories, I have been EDCing this radio for the past week and I am totally satisfied.

While Midland is my favorite brand of Weather Radios, I’ll admit they could learn plenty from this model.

What I like most are the rugged and compact build and clear crisp reception.

It is good to have S.A.M.E., but I could take it or leave it since I would use this for traveling or outdoor activities, where S.A.M.E. isn’t always necessary.

Like other compact portable models, the WR601N would be well suited for an EDC bag, a bug out/bailout bag, or a safe room, all for monitoring the progress of the weather, without needing line current.

I’m really impressed all in all and this is a vast improvement over the Oregon Scientific WR-8000, which actually was the first weather radio I had ever owned.

I give this product a 4.7 out of 5 stars!

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