Somewhere in Shamrock, right now, a man sits at his dining table.
The table is crowded with handheld radios, a garden of various antennas, differently colored blinking LED lights, power and programming cables, a laptop, and one large multiband receiver.
He sits in rapt attention listening to a wild cacophony of hissing, distant chatter, and occasional wailing noises like trapped souls.
There is the r…