by vulcanjedi

Created on: April 23, 2008

My experience with CB radio starts in 1974 when I got my first set of real walkie-talkies. From my room I could hear people talking about being on interstate 76, which is the Schuylkill expressway. Most of the trucker talk was not interesting and no matter how much I yelled nobody ever heard me. Until one day when I heard some girl say "Yeah I hear you". We went back and forth with "who are you" and "no you tell me first" until I found out she was a 3 houses away. It was Jeffrey Mitchell's kid sister Susan. I asked my dad about the other people we could hear and that's when I found out the truck drivers were on CB's. I could only hear them from my room. If I was out in front of the house they didn't come through as much. Yeah it was interesting stuff but I didn't pay much attention after a week or so.

Sometime in early 1975 my father got our first CB radio. That was back before the CB craze when you still needed to get a license. We had to wait for ours to come before my dad would talk on the radio. A few weeks went by and it finally came in the mail. It was KAAU5543 and I still have it.

He would turn it on when we were going on our little trips. Listening to the trucker's talk about the traffic and where the smokies were. The first time I remember paying attention to what was on the CB was probably that summer. My dad was talking to some other guy that was also heading in the same direction we were going. There was a girl with them and my dad was going to let me talk once I came up with a handle. The only thing I could think of was Catfish. I found out that other guy's daughter was my age. So we started chatting about whatever it two 13 year olds could talk about with their parents listening, probably about music. They were several miles ahead of us and I think we talked for almost an hour. Then she told me they were stopping for lunch at a rest stop and she wanted to know if we were going to make a pit stop also. The parents thought it would be real cute if we met. Then we could exchange addresses and become pen pals. Her father told my father they had a van and where they parked and few minutes later we were at the rest stop pulling up along side a big old van with Canadian plates. Out pops this girl with big glasses, ponytails, braces, lots of freckles and she was as tall as me. We went inside, hit the bathrooms, got some snacks and exchanged addresses. Her family was stopping for lunch but we were heading out. So she made me promise to write and we said

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