This is a story about my dad. My dad spends a lot of time in my parent's mudroom. He loves Ham Radio and plays with it all the time... he's a ham (as they say).
He talks with people from across the world, noodles with knobs and dials, and writes down numbers on paper. It's all foreign to me. As a kid I would mess up all his settings pretending I was controlling an airplane or a submarine... something about the knobs and dials fascinated me. But to dad, it's like he's in a whole new world.
I was able to catch him with my camera about a week before my wedding. I found these photos again today.
Him in his own little world. Complete satisfaction.
For those of you that are keeping up with dad's battle with cancer - you can read his newest update here. Prayers are coveted.