[RKDinOKC]

When knee high to a grasshopper family drove to Orange CA from OKC over the 4th of July weekend. When we got to Flagstaff is was late. Since it was the 4th there was no rooms due to the big rodeo. No such thing as cell phones or GPS. BUT Dad had CB Radio. CBer's had a good sized parking lot they had set up lof trsvelers. There was a tent with food and drink and two police cars to make people feel safe enough to sleep in their cars. Dad slept a couple of hours, then we drove on thru to Orange.

CB was a big thing when we travelled whing I was a kid, KEH-4697. Learned our call letters before our phone number. Tried to tell my kindergarten teacher that they could get hold of Dad better with it than a phone.

When we travelled there weren't so many fast food places. When we stopped for a bathroom, or meal break we always went somewhere not too far from the highway that was a nice little cafe to meet some fellow CBers. They traded 3x5 calling cards. It had the call numbers and handle and the station they monitored in that area. It was kinda neat when you could get "skip" and talk to someone you met across the country.

Dad's car had a custom antenna he made that looked like a regular radio antenna on his 66 Chrysler 300. Dad always made it fun going it to the cafes where the other CBers were looking for someone to pull up in a car with a CB antenna on the roof or rear bumper. We would show up, go in, sit down, then he would go introduce himself.

My Dad's CB handle was the Rubber Duck. And that was long before that movie Convoy.

Remember once just after HS got a call on the phone and all the old man could say was Bald Eagle. Turned out is was an old CB friend of my Dad's that had had a stroke and all he could really say was his handle.