A good year

It has been a very good year; certainly much better than 2002.  Looking back, I think I’d call this year The Year of New Beginnings.  I started juggling again, got back into ham radio, started a more serious bicycle training program, and managed to fall into an interesting weekly writing gig.  Most importantly, I’ve come to accept and even appreciate my life more than I ever have before.  (See May 28, 2003 for the scoop on that.)  Debra and I finally completed the back room conversion that we started in 1999, and I think our relationship is stronger than it’s ever been.  Yes, it’s been a great year.

Here’s to an even better 2004.

Update on the Hallicrafters transmitter

Mixed results on the Hallicrafters transmitter (see December 19 and December 23).  I took it to a friend’s house last night and put it on the bench.  A little poking and prodding, and we managed to get a good CW (Morse Code) signal out of it on the 80 meter band.  We only got about 50 watts out of the transmitter (it’s supposed to be capable of 100 watts), but that was before tuning.  Voice was a bit more of a problem.  It took us a while to get any signal at all, and then what we got had a lot of hum in the carrier.  That’s not unusual with old gear that hasn’t been used in a while, but there are several possible causes.  I’ll have to do some more testing before I determine what the real problem is.  All in all, though, it was kind of exciting to hear that CW tone on the receiver’s speaker.

One other note.  I said in my previous entry that the transmitter hadn’t been used in 30 or more years.  Talking to Mom the other night, I learned that my grandfather was using it in the late 1970s and possibly as late as 1983.  So it’s only been 20 to 25 years since the radios were operated.

Politicians’ response to the mad cow scare

In a case of grasping at straws that would be worthy of The Onion if it wasn’t so pathetic, Democratic Presidential hopefuls are trying every possible way to blame the current administration for mad cow disease and make points with beef producers.  They’re smart enough not to come right out and say “Bush is responsible for the sick cow,” and in fact skirt the issue because the cow in question was imported during the Clinton administration.  But their comments would have you believe that the Bush administration is the culprit.  Howard Dean’s sound bite is typical:

You can’t blame the President because a cow came down with BSE [mad cow disease], but you can blame the Bush administration for a lot of what’s going to happen to beef farmers over the next couple of weeks. 

When in fact we don’t know what the fallout will be.  Domestic response has been calm.  Asian markets have slapped a ban on U.S. beef, which is an understandable precaution and probably won’t last long.  Most European markets banned U.S. beef years ago due to hormones, steroids, and genetic engineering concerns.  The net effect on the U.S. beef market will most likely be small and short term.  Not that reality ever stopped political posturing.  In a statement that I thought was uncharacteristically stupid, Dean said:

I haven’t verified this so this isn’t part of my official platform yet … I am told that testing every single cow (that is slaughtered) costs an average of three cents extra per pound of meat.  If that’s true, we ought to do it.

He should know better than to say something that he hasn’t verified.  I thought he’d learned that lesson with his “Bush knew about 9-11” comment.  Note also that he kind of glosses over that little three cents per pound increase that will have to be passed on to consumers.

Dean isn’t the only one trying to make points here.  Richard Gephardt hopped on the liberal high horse calling for country-of-origin labeling, and a typical “us against them” comment:

We need a president who is committed to the right of American consumers to know where their meat is coming from and not to the huge special interests that are fighting to keep safety regulations out of our food.

Not to be outdone, John Kerry has called for federal aid for farmers who suffer financial loss from the mad cow scare and Dennis Kucinich announced that he will introduce legislation next month that prohibits slaughtering “downer” cattle (those too sick to or injured to walk) for food.  Joseph Lieberman, the only mostly rational of the Democratic hopefuls, has been thankfully silent on the issue.

I don’t know if I can bring myself to listen to the news for the next 10 months.

Bike, bike, bike

My road bike was in the shop all week, and I was kind of busy (or lazy, depending on your point of view) doing other things.  I managed an hour long mountain bike ride on Monday, mostly flat ground and no major effort.  Friday I loaded the bike into the truck and headed down to Walnut Creek Park where I spent a little over two hours exploring the trails there with another cyclist I met.  We covered 20 miles or so through the trees, up and down the ravines, and getting our feet wet crossing the creek.  It’s the most fun I’ve had on my mountain bike in quite some time.

I got the road bike back on Saturday and took it out today for a shakedown cruise:  63 miles of mostly up and down, with a couple of major hills thrown in at about the 50 mile mark.  I was tired by the time I got home but felt surprisingly good, especially considering that I haven’t been riding much the last few weeks.  Laziness is over now (I hope).  I have three months until the big ride.  I wonder if I could make that in two days rather than three.

Hewlett Packard 2410 All-In-One

My major gift to Debra this year was a Hewlett Packard PSC 2410 printer/scanner/copier/fax.  She’s been wanting to print photos and we’ve both needed a scanner.  I’ve always had good luck with HP printers and I’ve heard good things about their scanners, so there really was no question what I’d get.  Opening the box, I got their installation poster, which walked me through the installation.  Up to a point.  When it came time to insert the ink cartridges, I couldn’t get them in there.  For a while I thought I was just being stupid, and then I figured I’d done something wrong and went through the trouble of aborting the installation, cleaning up the scraps left behind, and restarting.  No dice.  The hardware was bad.  So off to Fry’s for a replacement, which was no problem but just a lot of bother.

HP’s installation instructions are great, and their troubleshooting guide looks like it covers every possibility of operator error.  But neither it nor the support Web site says anything about what to do if the printer cartridge tray doesn’t lower when you lift the access cover.  I finally broke down and called their support line, which I’m pretty sure connected me to somebody in India.  It took me about 10 minutes to convince the guy that I’m not a complete idiot, that indeed I was looking at an HP 2410 All-in-One, and the silly thing wasn’t responding as expected.  I’m not sure if he really believed me or if he was just tired of talking to me when he told me to take it back for a refund or replacement.  I don’t think they train technical service people to work with people who know what they’re doing.

After I got the thing hooked up, Debra spent a large part of the afternoon going through three years of digital pictures and printing shots of us and the kids (dogs and cat) to send to relatives who don’t have computers.  This little thing makes some fine quality prints.  They’re not photo-shop quality, but they’re darned close.  Certainly good enough for most things I need.

The scanner report will have to wait until I futz with it.  I have a number of things to scan, but those projects are going to consume significant time.

The Return of the King

Debra and I spent a quiet morning of reflection and gift unwrapping, followed by lunch with friends and a trip to the theatre to take in The Return of the King.  Did you know that Christmas day is one of the biggest days of the year for movie theatres?  Debra picked up the tickets a couple of days in advance, so we were able to walk in without standing outside in the cold.  Even so, 30 minutes before the start of the movie we were unable to find two adjacent seats except right up in the first three rows.

The movie, by the way, is absolutely fantastic.  It’s beautifully rendered, the special effects are outstanding, and the battle sequences had me on the edge of my seat.  Somehow they managed to include all that action and keep it interesting throughout.  I had high expectations after seeing the first two films, and this one didn’t disappoint.  I was totally blown away.

Hallicrafters progress

I finished cleaning up my Hallicrafter’s transmitter (see December 19) over the last few days, checked the fuse, and plugged into the Variac.  I took a good 6 hours to bring it up to full power, and was rewarded with a nice glow from all the vacuum tubes.  I took a few shots without the flash, but the tubes just didn’t provide enough light to make a decent picture.  I guess there’s still some use for analog cameras:  fast film.

I’ve gone about as far as I can without help.  It’ll be next week before I can take it to a friend’s house for further testing.

Another slow week

It was another slow week for riding, what with cold weather and a lot of things going on.  I had planned a 70-mile ride for today, but one of my shift levers broke to the point where I can’t shift and I can’t repair it myself.  Plumb wore out, they tell me at the bike shop.  It’ll be Wednesday or possibly Friday before it’s fixed, so I’m stuck riding the mountain bike for a week.  That’s not a bad thing, really, although the mountain bike is not made for hours of road riding.  I’ll probably spend the week doing one-hour rides.  Maybe find a tough hill and do “hill repeats”–ride up the hill, rest on the way down, repeat until legs are rubber.  That kind of workout is not recommended more often than once a week.

Hallicrafters transmitter

The other major piece of amateur radio gear that my grandfather left is a Hallicrafters HT-37 transmitter.  Unlike the Collins receiver, this radio hasn’t been powered since at least 1989.  I suspect it’s been longer than that:  probably 30 years or more since anybody plugged this thing in.  As far as I know, the radio sat in my grandfather’s house until 1989 when my sister packed it in her car and delivered it to me in Colorado.  Jeff Duntemann took it with the Collins in 1990 and then returned it to me in 1995 when Debra and I moved here.  It’s been packed in a box in the corner of the garage for the past 8 years.

I dug it out of the box last week and scraped off the bigger pieces of deteriorated packing material.  Last night I took a bunch of “before” pictures and started cleaning it up.  A little Orange TKO (wonderful stuff, by the way) and some light elbow grease removed the worst of the stuck-on packing material and some other stains from the case. 

Inside, the radio looks like it was well treated, although I admit I haven’t yet opened up the bottom where most of the wires are.  I pulled the tubes and tested them, and will be placing an order for replacements at Antique Electronic Supply.  While I’m waiting for the tubes to arrive, I’ll be cleaning the accumulated cat hair, dust, and other junk, and examining the rig to see if there are any obvious signs of breakage:  loose or chewed wires, messy modifications, or exploded parts.  I’ll need some help from somebody more experienced than I am when it comes time to add power.  I lack the knowledge and the test equipment required to make sure the thing is working well.  I don’t expect any problems, as this radio was stored with the other one, and Jeff tells me that the Collins came up with no trouble.  “I plugged it in and it worked.”

The final step, of course, is to put the rig back on the air.  To that end, I’m studying Morse Code and the material required to obtain my General class amateur radio license.  Eventually I’ll put together a ham radio page featuring the Collins and the Hallicrafters, with pictures and descriptions of the steps I took to get it back into operating condition.

Firing up the Collins

I spent some time over the weekend fiddling with my Collins 75A-4 amateur radio receiver, making sure it fired up okay and trying to get familiar with the controls.  Since Jeff Duntemann (K7JPD) had it working a year ago, I figured it’d come up with little trouble.  Even so, this old gear can be temperamental if it’s unused for a while. So I borrowed a Variac from a helpful member (Steve, KI5YG) of the Williamson County Amateur Radio Club and brought it up slowly.  I dug in the closet for my old flying headset, attached a too-short piece of lamp cord for an antenna, and was able to receive a few signals.  I need to attach a better antenna, preferably running outside or stretched in the attic, and then go through the calibration and tuning process to make sure the radio is functioning perfectly.

A bigger problem is that somebody apparently modified the radio years ago to receive military communications.  The 15-meter and 11-meter bands, and half of the 10-meter band have been hijacked.  The long-term project for this rig is to remove the modifications and put it back to original working condition.  I need to improve my soldering and schematic-reading skills before I tackle that one, though.  There’s also a BNC antenna connector on the back that I think was an after-purchase modification.  I rather prefer that kind of connector, so I’ll probably just leave it the way it is.

I’m fortunate in that I have the original manual for the receiver, including good documentation for the modifications.  That old manual is getting pretty ragged, though.  A search of the Web of infinite delight revealed the Collins Collectors Association which has, among other wondrous things, the full 75A-4 receiver manual in PDF format.  Time to download and print that, then put the original manual in a Ziplock bag.