About this Website
In the beginning... websites were very cool, especially ham radio websites. I think my first was probably here on QSL.net in about 2000-2001. I was 11 years old at the time, and had to learn html and ftp to set it up. The internet advanced and advanced over the years, until suddenly we were all using content management systems and custom domains. I used a variety of these for years, and spent a great deal of time publishing content.
Over the years, it began feeling like a job. The hosting costs had also increased, to the point where I was no longer enjoying the experience, and the CMS programs had become confusing -- especially for someone like me who decidedly doesn't do any type of IT work in his day job. I was also managing my own businesses' websites (probably poorly) and had no interest in doing any of the same when I got home at night.
I had a great deal of ham radio content I was being asked for, not often but regularly enough that I needed a place to put it. Then I remembered QSL.net and found I still had an account and a rudimentary website. This is what you see before you. I know it's lame, textual, and probably offensive to anyone who knows what they are doing. I apologize for that, but it's the maximum effort I can afford at this point. Interestingly enough, in recent years, these "vintage" websites have become in-vogue again, for better or for worse. I promise I am doing this on purpose; I actually enjoy doing html by hand, just like I did 20+ years ago.
Using this Website
External links, or links to stand-alone images, open in a new window. Most pages are formatted to be decently viewable from your smartphone. There is a "Return Home" link at the bottom of all pages, in addition to a link to return to the parent page (if any). There are no forms, flash, or drop-down menus; images are minimized to increase load speed. Yes, I know it isn't 1998 anymore.
The 
icon means something was new within the last ~12 months.
The 
icon means something was updated with the last ~6 months, or updates continuously.
Credits
Scott, KA9FOX, owner of QTH.com and all-around good dude, took over QSL.net from Al, K3TKJ. Both of these guys have provided a tremendous service to amateur radio by hosting countless free websites and mailing lists. Please consider making a donation to QSL.net to keep this great service free.
Some gifs and other images required to sustain the late-90's feel of this website are courtesy of Anthony's WWW Images V2.0
My Favorite Quotes
He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much;
Who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children;
Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;
Who has left the world better than he found it,
Whether an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul;
Who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty or failed to express it;
Who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had;
Whose life was an inspiration;
Whose memory a benediction.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
[Baseball] breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.
For me, Williams is the classic ballplayer of the game on a hot August weekday, before a small crowd, when the only thing at stake is the tissue-thin difference between a thing done well and a thing done ill. Baseball is a game of the long season, of relentless and gradual averaging-out. Irrelevance - since the reference point of most individual games is remote and statistical - always threatens its interest, which can be maintained not by the occasional heroics that sportswriters feed upon but by players who always care; who care, that is to say, about themselves and their art. Insofar as the clutch hitter is not a sportswriter's myth, he is a vulgarity, like a writer who writes only for money.
Mike DeChristopher, N1TA
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