(Pictured: front to back, my brother, Chuck; my father, James; and, me, Philip)

Today I went to prayer breakfast with my dad (we go the first Saturday of every month). We’ve been doing it for years now, I don’t know when we started it. It’s at his church. I’m Catholic, he’s non-denominational (mostly Baptist) and occasionally I have to tolerate an anti-Catholic comment but I don’t go to defend my position or convert anybody, I go to spend time with my dad. The older we both get the closer I realize either one of us are to our own mortality. There are only a finite number of prayer breakfasts left. Rather than making me sad, that makes me cherish today and each Saturday.

Today, after the prayer breakfast, my dad came over and helped me with a hobby he got me into when I was in high school – I’ve posted about it, ham radio. I bought an item that wouldn’t work with an older radio I bought to save a few bucks. My dad was a ham when he was in high school, I was a ham when I was in high school and today he figured out how to make a 21st century digital controller work with a 1980’s analog radio so I wouldn’t ruin any “brownie points” I earned going to a prayer breakfast for cursing and swearing when I threw the whole system across the room. He’s an electrical engineer hero and my dad!

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I’m a husband and father, you can see my family in the home page of this site, and taking care of them is my first priority. I am a lazy Catholic and a political Independent. I don’t hate Trump just because he’s Trump and listen to him and give him the benefit of the doubt that he’s doing something good – but he does seem to shoot himself in the foot a lot. He should just close his mouth. But if you just hate him because you hate him you should close your mouth as well.
I have bipolar disorder, I talk about to help end the stigma surrounding it, and have episodes of now mild mania and extreme depression and suicidal ideations. I write this because you will see this in my blogs. I’m not seeking help or attention in a blog (I have a Facebook group for that where I get help) so if you see I’m contemplating suicide in a blog I’m either: blowing off steam, or posting here and with my bipolar group at the same time and they’re helping me. You can comment but don’t think you’re needed to intervene!
I am also distracting myself from what can be an all encompassing disease by being in the ham radio hobby. I got my first license back in 1980 when morse code was a requirement. I got my second-level license, allowing me to talk on the air, in 1983. I then did little participation (just renewing my license every 6 years) for 30+ years. Looking for something to take my mind of my disease, I joined the Richardson Wireless Klub (K5RWK.org) and upgraded my license to the third-level, the “General” license which allows me to talk to other hams around the world not just around town. My callsign is KA5GKL. If you are a ham you can find me in the Richardson area on 147.120+PL110.9 or 444.725+PL110.9 or if you’re not in Richardson use WiresX and connect to the K5RWK-ROOM.

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