QNews for March 1st 2026

This is all the people whose lives you’ve touched transmitting. Greg, if you copy, hold the frequency. It feels like absence, like space where a voice once was. Signals do not disappear. They continue. And what a person builds on air in wire in people does not simply stop. You never lived by the rule that comfort equals peace. You lived by the rule that comfort is the first thing to question. You believed headwinds are not personal. Crosswinds are not unfair. And lee winds — that sudden drop, that shaking frame — are not a sign to quit. They are a test of trim. You adjust. You steady. You climb. You believed complacency is the real danger. Not risk. Not boldness. Not standing out. Complacency. The quiet drift downward when we stop paying attention to lift. You believed connection matters. If you can reach someone reach them. Build the antenna. Make the call. Transmit while you can. You didn’t just build antennas. You built reach. From Mobile One to a garage that hummed again because purpose does not retire, you proved that usefulness is not seasonal. If your hands still work build. If your mind still sparks design. If your voice still carries speak. Unapologetically. You believed fitting in is vastly overrated. So you didn’t. You never entered quietly, not rooms, not conversations, not lives. Joy first. Volume second. Standing on your toes as if the ground were optional. You ruffled feathers. You challenged comfort. You made rooms adjust to you instead of shrinking to fit them. And yes not everyone understood you at first. But you never measured yourself by first impressions. You measured yourself by whether you were real. You believed people are more than the worst thing they’ve done. So you forgave early. You forgave often. You saw past the noise to the signal underneath. And that belief changed people. And made the world a better place You wrote poetry like you flew — direct, deliberate, aware. Warning of sleeping dragons. Warning of drift. Reminding us that lift is earned by those who stay awake. You believed joy is not indulgent. It is oxygen. That laughter is not noise. It is energy. That love is not soft. It is structural. And so very necessary in this world You believed life is not meant to be lived carefully around the edges. It is meant to be entered fully. Fully loud. Fully flawed. Fully alive. Unapologetically And here is what you leave us — Not just memory. Not just stories. A mandate; A way to live, A way to love, A way to give, That keeps your memory alive Do not live small. Do not lower your voice just because the room is timid. Do not mistake comfort for safety. When the air drops — trim. When the frame shakes — hold. When the rotor hits — climb. Headwinds are not personal. Crosswinds are not unfair. Lee winds will shake you. But lift is still there. Always there. If we pay attention. If we stay awake. If we refuse complacency. If we live wide instead of careful. If we love before we are certain. If we build something that reaches beyond us. If we forgive without score, If we give from our hearts when we can, If we transmit what matters, We too can make the world a better place. Then your signal does not fade. It strengthens. It is amplified. It hums in the way we show up. It hums in the way we speak truth. It hums in the way we stand taller, even when the air feels thin. And one day, when someone asks why we refused to shrink, why we dared to live louder, why we chose joy over fear — We will say: Because we knew a man who would not live half-life. A man who climbed when the air fell away. A man who taught us that lift is always there, if you’re willing to rise into it. Explorer-hearted. Unfiltered flame. Generous spirit. Greg — you mattered. This is all the people whose lives you’ve touched here. Signal strong. Altitude rising. Bandwidth wide. We are not descending. We are climbing. We rise in lifting others. Final 7-3 VK4BBX, Clear.