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Mister Mike's "Mishegas" Board / Best French Toast You Will Ever Eat!
« Last post by W1RC on March 14, 2017, 07:52:33 PM »
This is recipe for the best French Toast you will ever enjoy!

Overnight French Toast Bake


½ CUP Melted butter (1 stick)
1 CUP Brown sugar + 3 tablespoons brown sugar
1 Loaf of Kings Hawaiian bread
4 Eggs
1½ CUP Milk
1 tsp Vanilla
2 tsp of Cinnamon
1 Tbsp of powdered sugar plus more for sprinkling
Maple syrup for topping


Put the butter in a microwave safe bowl, melt it in the microwave and add 1 cup of brown sugar. Stir until combined.
Pour the mixture evenly over the bottom of 9 x 13 baking pan.
In a large bowl, whisk eggs, milk, 1 tablespoon of powdered sugar and vanilla.
Place toast bread in a single layer in the pan so that it covers the whole area.
Pour half the egg-milk mixture over the entire layer of toast bread.
In a small bowl, combine the 3 tablespoons of brown sugar and 2 teaspoons of cinnamon.
Sprinkle half the mixture on a layer of toast bread.
Then arrange the second layer of bread and pour the rest of the mixture of eggs and milk.
Repeat with the rest of the sugar and cinnamon.
Cover with aluminum foil and leave to cool in the fridge overnight.
Preheat oven to 350°F.
Leave chilled toast bread at room temperature for a few minutes.
Put it in the oven and bake for 45 minutes, so that the first 30 minutes it is baked with aluminum foil.
Bake it until the top is crispy and golden brown and the inside is soft.
Sprinkle with powdered sugar.
Serve with maple syrup.


Courtesy of Eric KA1SUN

Mister Mike's "Mishegas" Board / The SCROTUS
« Last post by W1RC on February 18, 2017, 08:21:43 AM »
Perfect name for Donald Trump - So Called Ruler of the United States.
Mister Mike's "Mishegas" Board / U-2 Spy Plane Flight Manual
« Last post by W1RC on February 15, 2017, 12:24:38 AM »
Wow!  Super-secret U-2 Flight Manual........

Download it here, FREE!


"Hoss-Traders" Returns To Deerfield
by Mark Ryan, WA1FAF

The largest ham radio flea market in New England, the Hoss-Traders Tailgate Swapfest, will be held in Deerfield, N.H., on Saturday, June 3, 1989. This is welcome and unexpected news, especially considering the recent history of this event. The purpose of this article is to explain what this swapfest has meant to AMers in the past, and what AMers can do to ensure its future.

So, for those who live outside the Northeast, a brief history of "Deerfield", as it is most often called, is in order. It was started in the mid 70's by Norm, WA1IVB, and Joe, K1RQG, among others, as a small flea market held in Seabrook, N.H., on the Saturday before Mothers Day, in May. After a year or two, the site was moved to the Deerfield Fairgrounds, a large, wooded area. The hamfest was held annually on the second Saturday in May. Around 1980, the hamfest had grown to such an extent that the hams needed to rent out the entire fairgrounds, after having previously shared the area with a horse show. Word was out that "Deerfield" had become a rite of spring. The dealings there were always friendly and low-key, the country atmosphere was refreshing, and it became the largest ham radio related social event in New England.

In the early 80's, a Hoss-Traders flea market was added at Deerfield in mid-October, usually on the Columbus Day weekend. Although the October crowds were never quite as large as in May, this move was met with widespread approval. AMers were especially active at the October Deerfield getting the parts necessary for those winter radio projects.

As the 80's continued, the Deerfield swapfests in spring and fall grew. Fortunately, the fairgrounds were spacious. There was room to camp out the Friday before and kibbitz, and get up on Saturday and have breakfast provided by one of the various clubs that fed the hams for the fest. We were never cramped. In May 1986, 7800 tickets were sold. This included SWLs, YLs and XYLs. That was one of the most memorable Deerfields ever. The weather was unusually warm, sunny, and in the 80s. And as the saying went, "It never rains on Deerfield."

There were signs of trouble among all the successes. The "freebie" pile had to be eliminated. People would leave behind their boat anchors in a selected area, and an alert AM homebrewer could find some pretty valuable parts. But the cost of trash removal became too high for the Hosstraders committee to remove what was left. The fairgrounds committee no longer considered the hams desirable tenants for a number of reasons. In 1986 and 1987, there were announcements made over the public address system that if the fairgrounds committee determined that the hams were not respecting the site and keeping it clean and safe, we would not be welcomed back to Deerfield.

Apparently, the fairgrounds committee felt that the warnings were not being heeded, and in early 1988, what we feared became official. The Hoss-Traders Swapfest would not be allowed in Deerfield. The Hoss-Traders threesome moved the event to the Kingston, New Hampshire fairgrounds. It would be held again on the traditional May date. Almost universally, area hams were somewhat disappointed at the move, but were willing to give Kingston a chance.

Kingston was clearly not Deerfield. The area was wide open and had no trees. That May day was hot and it was uncomfortable for some. Dry areas were dusty, wet areas were muddy. The women were particularly upset that there was no plumbing on the site and portable johnnies had to be used. It was not a place to have a social event. The May hamfest, however, had about 5000 people, a relatively good crowd. Still, it was obvious that practically no one liked the place. The October Kingston was a disaster. It was rainy and cold and the grounds were a sea of mud. At noontime there was a door prize drawing, and right after that was done, the place emptied. This was the earliest end to a Hoss-Traders event in memory.

The questions on everyone's mind over last winter was, "Where will the 1989 Hoss-Traders be?" When Norm, WA1IVB, announced that we would be returning home after a year's absence, joy spread over the land. The traditional May date was unavailable, so this year June 3 was chosen for the big event.

AMers can play a major role in keeping this hamfest where it belongs. Norm wrote me a letter and filled in what the conditions are. Open fires are strictly verboten, since there are a lot of wooden buildings and dry pine needles. Some hams have broken into some of these buildings to sleep in and the owners of these, especially the various food stands, have complained of damage. These are privately owned, not by the fairgrounds. Metal trash is not to be left behind. Alcohol is still allowed, just don't overdo it. These are all reasonable rules and with a little peer pressure, maybe everything will be cool.

There will be a greater presence of uniformed security. However, except for the date, all should be as good as ever. AMers have come to Deerfield from as far away as Pennsylvania and New Brunswick, and no one has left disappointed.

Come one, come all!! Bring your junque and set up a table. We have a second chance at Deerfield! Let's make it the best ever. As one will hear throughout the month of May, all across the AM window, "See you at Deerfield!".

Mister Mike's "Mishegas" Board / A Good 9-11 Story!!!
« Last post by W1RC on January 17, 2017, 03:57:10 AM »
This incredible story is from a flight attendant on Delta Flight 15:

On the morning of Tuesday, September 11, we were about 5 hours out of Frankfurt, flying over the North Atlantic.

All of a sudden the curtains parted and I was told to go to the cockpit, immediately, to see the captain.

As soon as I got there I noticed that the crew had that “All Business” look on their faces. The captain handed me a printed message. It was from Delta’s main office in Atlanta and simply read, “All airways over the Continental United States are closed to commercial air traffic. Land ASAP at the nearest airport. Advise your destination.”

No one said a word about what this could mean. We knew it was a serious situation and we needed to find terra firma quickly. The captain determined that the nearest airport was 400 miles behind us in Gander, Newfoundland.

He requested approval for a route change from the Canadian traffic controller and approval was granted immediately — no questions asked. We found out later, of course, why there was no hesitation in approving our request.

While the flight crew prepared the airplane for landing, another message arrived from Atlanta telling us about some terrorist activity in the New York area. A few minutes later word came in about the hijackings.

We decided to LIE to the passengers while we were still in the air. We told them the plane had a simple instrument problem and that we needed to land at the nearest airport in Gander, Newfoundland, to have it checked out.

We promised to give more information after landing in Gander. There was much grumbling among the passengers, but that’s nothing new! Forty minutes later, we landed in Gander. Local time at Gander was 12:30 PM …. that’s 11:00 AM EST.

There were already about 20 other airplanes on the ground from all over the world that had taken this detour on their way to the US.

After we parked on the ramp, the captain made the following announcement: “Ladies and gentlemen, you must be wondering if all these airplanes around us have the same instrument problem as we have. The reality is that we are here for another reason.”

Then he went on to explain the little bit we knew about the situation in the US. There were loud gasps and stares of disbelief. The captain informed passengers that Ground control in Gander told us to stay put.

The Canadian Government was in charge of our situation and no one was allowed to get off the aircraft. No one on the ground was allowed to come near any of the air crafts. Only airport police would come around periodically, look us over and go on to the next airplane.

In the next hour or so more planes landed and Gander ended up with 53 airplanes from all over the world, 27 of which were US commercial jets.

Meanwhile, bits of news started to come in over the aircraft radio and for the first time we learned that airplanes were flown into the World Trade Center in New York and into the Pentagon in DC.

People were trying to use their cell phones, but were unable to connect due to a different cell system in Canada . Some did get through, but were only able to get to the Canadian operator who would tell them that the lines to the U.S. were either blocked or jammed.

Sometime in the evening the news filtered to us that the World Trade Center buildings had collapsed and that a fourth hijacking had resulted in a crash. By now the passengers were emotionally and physically exhausted, not to mention frightened, but everyone stayed amazingly calm.

We had only to look out the window at the 52 other stranded aircraft to realize that we were not the only ones in this predicament.

We had been told earlier that they would be allowing people off the planes one plane at a time. At 6 PM, Gander airport told us that our turn to deplane would be 11 am the next morning.

Passengers were not happy, but they simply resigned themselves to this news without much noise and started to prepare themselves to spend the night on the airplane.

Gander had promised us medical attention, if needed, water, and lavatory servicing.

And they were true to their word.

Fortunately we had no medical situations to worry about. We did have a young lady who was 33 weeks into her pregnancy. We took REALLY good care of her. The night passed without incident despite the uncomfortable sleeping arrangements.

About 10:30 on the morning of the 12th a convoy of school buses showed up. We got off the plane and were taken to the terminal where we went through Immigration and Customs and then had to register with the Red Cross.

After that we (the crew) were separated from the passengers and were taken in vans to a small hotel.

We had no idea where our passengers were going. We learned from the Red Cross that the town of Gander has a population of 10,400 people and they had about 10,500 passengers to take care of from all the airplanes that were forced into Gander!

We were told to just relax at the hotel and we would be contacted when the US airports opened again, but not to expect that call for a while.

We found out the total scope of the terror back home only after getting to our hotel and turning on the TV, 24 hours after it all started.

Meanwhile, we had lots of time on our hands and found that the people of Gander were extremely friendly. They started calling us the “plane people.” We enjoyed their hospitality, explored the town of Gander and ended up having a pretty good time.

Two days later, we got that call and were taken back to the Gander airport. Back on the plane, we were reunited with the passengers and found out what they had been doing for the past two days.

What we found out was incredible…..

Gander and all the surrounding communities (within about a 75 Kilometer radius) had closed all high schools, meeting halls, lodges, and any other large gathering places. They converted all these facilities to mass lodging areas for all the stranded travelers.

Some had cots set up, some had mats with sleeping bags and pillows set up.

ALL the high school students were required to volunteer their time to take care of the “guests.”

Our 218 passengers ended up in a town called Lewisporte, about 45 kilometers from Gander where they were put up in a high school. If any women wanted to be in a women-only facility, that was arranged.

Families were kept together. All the elderly passengers were taken to private homes.

Remember that young pregnant lady? She was put up in a private home right across the street from a 24-hour Urgent Care facility. There was a dentist on call and both male and female nurses remained with the crowd for the duration.

Phone calls and e-mails to the U.S. and around the world were available to everyone once a day.

During the day, passengers were offered “Excursion” trips.

Some people went on boat cruises of the lakes and harbors. Some went for hikes in the local forests.

Local bakeries stayed open to make fresh bread for the guests.

Food was prepared by all the residents and brought to the schools. People were driven to restaurants of their choice and offered wonderful meals. Everyone was given tokens for local laundry mats to wash their clothes, since luggage was still on the aircraft.

In other words, every single need was met for those stranded travelers.

Passengers were crying while telling us these stories. Finally, when they were told that U.S. airports had reopened, they were delivered to the airport right on time and without a single passenger missing or late. The local Red Cross had all the information about the whereabouts of each and every passenger and knew which plane they needed to be on and when all the planes were leaving. They coordinated everything beautifully.

It was absolutely incredible.

When passengers came on board, it was like they had been on a cruise. Everyone knew each other by name. They were swapping stories of their stay, impressing each other with who had the better time.

Our flight back to Atlanta looked like a chartered party flight. The crew just stayed out of their way. It was mind-boggling.

Passengers had totally bonded and were calling each other by their first names, exchanging phone numbers, addresses, and email addresses.

And then a very unusual thing happened.

One of our passengers approached me and asked if he could make an announcement over the PA system. We never, ever allow that. But this time was different. I said “of course” and handed him the mike. He picked up the PA and reminded everyone about what they had just gone through in the last few days.

He reminded them of the hospitality they had received at the hands of total strangers.

He continued by saying that he would like to do something in return for the good folks of Lewisporte.

“He said he was going to set up a Trust Fund under the name of DELTA 15 (our flight number). The purpose of the trust fund is to provide college scholarships for the high school students of Lewisporte.

He asked for donations of any amount from his fellow travelers. When the paper with donations got back to us with the amounts, names, phone numbers and addresses, the total was for more than $14,000!

“The gentleman, a MD from Virginia , promised to match the donations and to start the administrative work on the scholarship. He also said that he would forward this proposal to Delta Corporate and ask them to donate as well.

As I write this account, the trust fund is at more than $1.5 million and has assisted 134 students in college education.

“I just wanted to share this story because we need good stories right now. It gives me a little bit of hope to know that some people in a faraway place were kind to some strangers who literally dropped in on them.

It reminds me how much good there is in the world.”

“In spite of all the rotten things we see going on in today’s world this story confirms that there are still a lot of good people in the world and when things get bad, they will come forward. Let’s not forget THIS fact.
Mister Mike's "Mishegas" Board / Elvis Meets Nixon
« Last post by W1RC on January 12, 2017, 10:26:40 AM »
Here is an interesting story for you.  It is my favorite police badge collecting tale.  And it is true.


Here is the whole story on the Smithsonian Institute website.

There were not one but TWO feature-length movies, Elvis Meets Nixon (1997) and Elvis & Nixon (2015), made about this bizarre episode.  Note are reasonable depictions of the events as they happened.  You can't make this shit up.

Incredible but true.


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