This all starts with my brother Tim. He had gotten a walkie talkie base station. It allowed you to receive and transmit to walkie talkies, CB radios and such. One day we were in our back room and hear a voice coming over Tim's base station. It was the neighborhood kid next door. We decided it was time for a little fun!
He was asking if anyone was out there. I had to answer. I replied "This is Blackfoot Air Force Base in North Dakota. WHO is this?"
He replied, "This is Ronnie."
I said "What are you doing on a government frequency and what is your location?"
Ronnie stammered a bit and said, "I'm home."
So I asked, "Where is your home?"
Ronnie replied, "Waterloo."
Tim and I are trying not to laugh too much while transmitting to him. We have him go outside where we can see him out the boys' bedroom window. I tell him, "Go outside." He follows my order. I ask him, "What kind of radio are you broadcasting with?"
Ronnie states, "I just got it from the Clark Station."
I tell him, "You can't be on a government channel." So then I tell him that we are going to have to run some tests on the radio. Ronnie is all in for the tests!
Now, the audience is getting larger in the room. Dad asks us what are we doing. Tim starts to fill him in. I thought Dad would make us stop' but, I was wrong. He watched out the window with the rest of us. Dad always liked a good joke.
So, back to the conversation with Ronnie. I asked "What kind of batteries are you using?" We watch as he looks in the back of the radio. Glad he didn't take them out.
Ronnie comes back stating, "EverReady!"
I asked him if he had a paper bag at home. Those days, who didn't? I told him, "Go get a paper bag, now."
Ronnie runs into the house to get a bag. He comes back out and says he has the bag.
I tell him, "Go back outside by the tree."
Come on we had to see him!
I asked "Do you have the bag"?
Ronnie assures me he has the bag. I tell him, "Put the radio in the bag and swing it above your head three times to see if that takes care of the problem."
I was surprised that he couldn't hear us laughing and not even over the radio.
We are all about crying we are all laughing so hard. Well, Ronnie is swinging the radio above his head and counts to three. He puts the bag down, pulls out the radio and says "Black Foot Air Force Base, this is Ronnie can you hear me?"
Silence from us. ?
onnie tries once more, "Black Foot Air Force Base, this is Ronnie can you her me?"
It was so hard not to make him do more stuff while we watched; but, Mom was giving me that "It's Enough" look - but she was laughing with the rest of us!
So, Becky, go ahead and have a little fun with your neighbor. After all, your an adopted Schell kid. Your allowed. If you need any suggestions just contact any of the Schell kids we can help!
