Chapter One It was March of 2011 and I was on top of the world in more
ways than one. I was sitting in one of the seats behind the pilots looking out
at downtown Seattle from the #5 test 787. The tall buildings sparkled in the
afternoon sun and I couldn't help but smile, we were returning from two weeks of
testing in Hawaii. As pilot Mike Bryan banked the plane onto the final approach
into Boeing Field, I thought back over the events that had brought me to this
point. Then we started the Aerospace Division. Catching on to the popularity of the NASA Mercury space program in the 1960s, he and I wrote a letter to the Boeing Co. asking for scrap metal with which to make a space capsule. Instead of going in the trash, the public relations unit got the letter. They contacted our elementary school and our teacher Miss Duncan and ascertained that we were serious science students. The Boeing aerospace division ended up giving us a used BOMARC ramjet engine. The ramjet was about 3 ft in diameter and 15 ft long, a rocket! A couple of Boeing upper management types were waiting in our backyard along with a photographer as David F and I ran home from school. I had to sign for it and promise not to resell the thing. We could never get it open but it generated a nice article in the Boeing newspaper. It was a tongue in cheek story which said they were helping out the "competition". The ramjet sat in our backyard as a neighborhood curiosity for the next 15 yrs. My dad, Earl had studied electronics in the Navy at the end of WW2 but these days he was more interested in photography and woodworking. My mother was a stay at home mom and did a ton of volunteer work, mainly for her sorority at the UW, Sigma Kappa. Dad caught my enthusiasm and we started experimenting with science projects and electricity. He was a Postal Inspector and worked at the main post office in downtown Seattle. I thought it was cool he carried a gun and worked on cases involving post office robberies, break-ins and mail fraud. We began to build basic chemical batteries from the Edison
days and electromagnets from books and it just took off from there. He'd come
home from work and after dinner, instead of watching the news or relaxing, he
and I would go to the basement workshop and try and build something from an book
or hobby magazine. Of course it wasn't all that easy. A friend of ours gave me an old shortwave receiver and Dad and I climbed up on the roof and put up a wire antenna. Dad related a story of a similar wire antenna erected by his uncle on the roof of their home when he was six years old. Radios at home were new and everyone was getting one. He fell through the skylight and caused everyone in the room below to jump up in surprise. Apparently he was not injured. I was fascinated with the glow of the tubes, tuning the dial around the bands and listening to all the strange sounds, faraway broadcasts, Morse code, shrieks and whistles. This was the beginning of a lifelong interest in radio and communications and a deep seated curiosity of how all things work. Soon we built a Heathkit shortwave receiver and took the ham radio course at a radio store downtown. Learning the Morse code was more than I wanted to do at age
ten. A few years later we became interested in CB Radio. I perused the catalogs
and we ordered and installed a radio in our 66 Volvo. Next we built a Heathkit
transceiver for the house and soon had another antenna on the roof. When the red light came on, the turntable started with a pen connected to a tone arm and it began to draw a circular line on a piece of paper. When the brake pedal was hit, the pen made a mark from an electromagnet. Dad and I figured out the record speed and time and made a clear Mylar template that you put over the paper and it showed your reaction time. Each person that did the test got to keep their sheet of paper with their name and reaction time on it. Later that year DavidF and I became interested in a local
non-commercial FM station (KRAB-FM 107.7) Non commercial stations were a new
thing on the FM band in the late sixties and KRAB was sort of an eccentric
station with a zest for odd counterculture themes and programming. It was on a
hill in north Seattle not far from our house and resided in the building of an
old defunct donut shop. The antenna was on top of a tall telephone pole in the
side yard. The owner was a guy named Lorenzo Milam. He was part eccentric and
part luminary and had a long history in starting community non-profit radio
stations. We hung out at the studios after school for a time and got to know the
staff. The whole place was sort of techno-ramshackle and I was especially
fascinated with the control room and its broadcast control console and the walls
festooned with egg crates for sound deadening. The only other big room was the
main studio with a large round table and an expensive mike hanging from the
ceiling. The corridor held an antique Collins FM transmitter and more walls
lined floor to ceiling with vinyl record albums. I studied, took the test and was instructed on how everything worked, how to operate the transmitter and how to log hourly readings of the transmitter parameters. The station published a monthly schedule of programs and soon I was responsible for airing the program and logging transmitter readings during my weekly evening shift. It was hard to believe they entrusted the station to a 16 yr old but it was the early days of non commercial listener supported radio and they needed people and money. Some nights, I was the only one there. Learning to run the professional audio equipment and the 10Kw transmitter had me smitten. Broadcast Engineering quickly rose to be my #1 career choice. In 1970 my dad was promoted and we moved to San Francisco. It was my senior year in high school and the change was tough for me. The California high school was cliquey and cold but the science dept did offer a basic electronics class. It was the first formal electronics training I had taken. It was easy, fun, and I loved it. Looking for a college that senior year, I decided on DeVry University in Phoenix. My folks gave me the family 1966 Volvo as a graduation
present and I drove to Phoenix that summer with all my possessions in the back
seat. My goal was engineering but I soon realized that I had a serious lack of
advanced mathematics ability. I'd known it since middle school but now it became
glaringly obvious. I needed to figure it out if I wanted to move ahead in
engineering.
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