It just never ends...you go along, minding your own business, and then suddenly you find yourself in another dimension. In that strange dimension, tilted 14.23° from our own, people ask you questions that make you want to sing the refrain from Mama told me not to come.

The most recent ghost-of-Rod-Serling moment was five minutes ago, when I got a very kind invitation to address a group of school children about...ham radio. Er. Um. They wanted a brief talk about the basics of ham radio and how I got involved with it.

{cue music} Deb Geisler thinks she is a mild-mannered college professor with limited imagination. She doesn't know about the other Deb Geisler, a short dimensional hop away, who is a notorious spy and ham radio operator, working against the forces of darkness. But today...today, she is about to open the door to her spare room...and walk through a dimensional door...into the Twilight Zone. {cue crescendo}

Anyway, I thanked the writer for thinking of me, but pled complete and total ignorance of anything having to do with ham radio...while wondering how my name came to their attention.