He never programmed that frequency. But sometimes, late at night, when the house was dark and the wind rattled the shed roof he still hadn’t fixed, Leo would pick up the radio, turn it to Channel 21, and just… listen.
The radio on the workbench looked like a brick. A scuffed, olive-drab brick with a stubby antenna and a keypad worn smooth by a thousand thumbs. It was a Motorola CP1300, a relic from an era when “portable communication” meant a five-pound anchor on your belt. motorola cp1300 frequency list
Ch 19: 146.520 – Ham Radio Call (Local old men. Morning nets. Dad, WB2XRP.) He never programmed that frequency