KØHB wrote:

Then, one day, Joe called CQ on twenty meters and got no
reply. He tried again the next day with the same result. He
kept trying for a week, but no one ever came back to him.
Finally, he called one of his friends on the twisted pair, to set
up a contact. But, an elderly-sounding lady informed him
that his friend was no longer among the living.

Guess the same scenerio happened all over the world if poor old Joe
couldn't raise anyone on 20 meters.

Joe paged through his old, dog-eared Callbook. But he
couldn't find a single listing of anyone he had worked recently.
That's when he realized he was the only one left.

Joe had just started back toward the house when he suddenly
tired. He at down to rest on the grass. He felt a squeezing
pain in his chest, and his left arm ached. He lay back.

His antenna, and clouds drifting by above it, were the last
things he saw. But Joe and his like-minded friends had lived
long enough to accomplish their goal;

THEY HAD CLEANED UP THE AIRWAVES!


Has anyone looked outside lately to see if the sky is falling?