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kevin_standlee) wrote2007-06-01 11:42 am
kevin_standlee) wrote2007-06-01 11:42 am
Convention Bound -- But Not THAT Kind of Con
In about 45 minutes, Cheryl will take me to the BART station to ride the train around to SFO for my flight to Portland. Lisa and I are attending the Sea-Pac amateur radio show in Seaside, Oregon this weekend.
Lisa -- KA5FQA -- got her Amateur Extra ticket before they dumbed down the standards. I -- KE6APJ, a call that Lisa says is far easier to say phonetically than hers -- have a no-code Technician license, which is enough for me to communicate with her with our 2-meter hand-held units.
I was first introduced to Seaside, Oregon when a Portland Westercon on which I was a committee member held a staff/committee retreat in the town, renting a large house that was part of a hotel and holding weekend-long meetings and social events like a communal dinner. I found that I liked the funky resort town. Lisa had been there many times for Sea-Pac, one of the largest such ham radio shows in the region, and we took to going there every year or two. Last year, as some of you may recall, we found that the hotel in which we'd always stayed (always requesting cottage number 9) was being torn down to make way for massive condominium developments. In fact, much of Seaside's charm is evaporating with the mushrooming of these condo buildings. Every time we go, I wonder if this will be the last time and whether we'll discover that the entire downtown tourist district has been leveled and replaced with a monster building development. Who lives in these things, anyway? It's too far from Portland to commute.
We're trying a new hotel this year because the Holiday Inn Express near the Seaside Convention Center was too expensive: The Best Western Ocean View Resort. However, we're taking the less expensive non-ocean-view rooms. If the promised internet connections materialize, I'll check in while I'm there.
Plans are for me to return late Sunday evening.
I was printing my itinerary for Cheryl's benefit so she'd know when to retrieve me from BART on Sunday when I realized that I'm flying out of SFO, not Oakland, although I am returning to Oakland. I hadn't remembered that initially. Good thing I noticed. It would have been embarrassing to show up at Oakland for my 4:30 flight and discover that I was at the wrong airport.
Lisa -- KA5FQA -- got her Amateur Extra ticket before they dumbed down the standards. I -- KE6APJ, a call that Lisa says is far easier to say phonetically than hers -- have a no-code Technician license, which is enough for me to communicate with her with our 2-meter hand-held units.
I was first introduced to Seaside, Oregon when a Portland Westercon on which I was a committee member held a staff/committee retreat in the town, renting a large house that was part of a hotel and holding weekend-long meetings and social events like a communal dinner. I found that I liked the funky resort town. Lisa had been there many times for Sea-Pac, one of the largest such ham radio shows in the region, and we took to going there every year or two. Last year, as some of you may recall, we found that the hotel in which we'd always stayed (always requesting cottage number 9) was being torn down to make way for massive condominium developments. In fact, much of Seaside's charm is evaporating with the mushrooming of these condo buildings. Every time we go, I wonder if this will be the last time and whether we'll discover that the entire downtown tourist district has been leveled and replaced with a monster building development. Who lives in these things, anyway? It's too far from Portland to commute.
We're trying a new hotel this year because the Holiday Inn Express near the Seaside Convention Center was too expensive: The Best Western Ocean View Resort. However, we're taking the less expensive non-ocean-view rooms. If the promised internet connections materialize, I'll check in while I'm there.
Plans are for me to return late Sunday evening.
I was printing my itinerary for Cheryl's benefit so she'd know when to retrieve me from BART on Sunday when I realized that I'm flying out of SFO, not Oakland, although I am returning to Oakland. I hadn't remembered that initially. Good thing I noticed. It would have been embarrassing to show up at Oakland for my 4:30 flight and discover that I was at the wrong airport.
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