89. RadioJosh looked at the gear he had just uncovered in the basement and was just confused.

“Grandpa, what exactly is all this?” he asked.

“It’s my Ham radio set up,” he said. “I used to stay down here for hours, talking with people all around the world.”

Josh looks at all the dials, switches and other bits. “Looks like Mission Control down here,” he said. “Does it still work?”

“Not now,” he said. “It probably could, but it’s not hooked up right now, and the antenna blew down in a storm a couple of years ago. Your Grandmother also got tired of not having a basement. Much better to store boxes than to be able to talk with people on the other side of the world.”

“There are apps on my phone that do the same thing,” Josh said.

“It’s not the same,” he said. “You can download those programs for phones and talk to people, or email, or whatever, but this took some doing. This took some skill. You had to get licensed. My call sign was K9BQM. There’s something about having a skill that you can’t just buy for 99 cents.”

“But you can buy it for 99 cents now,” Josh said.

His grandfather sighed. “So you can,” he said. “Technology is the great leveler.” He covered the equipment back up. “And just think, Josh, when I pass on, all this could be yours someday.”

“Didn’t say I didn’t like it, K9BQM” Josh said, and his grandfather smiled.