Welcome To W4WR's Web Page

                Warren Rothberg's Family

                                        (and Amateur Radio) Web Site

                                                      Updated April 18, 2008


Here we go again. How many times have I started and stopped this effort. Well, I know why I stopped – it’s too much work!! What troubles me is that I don’t know why I begin again. Can I be that bored? Well, it’s possible. Different format – not too many menus, but enough links to keep you busy for a while. So with that being said, let’s delve into the mundane. I’ll start with some paragraphs about some things and those paragraphs will have underlined words, called “links”, which, when you click on them, will open up a whole new world of more boring stuff. Oh! Occasionally, I will write some “other” stuff on different things – some I wonder about and some I don’t. But I’m thinking about them. Click here for the other stuff. And oh, if you are interested in the weather in Delray Beach, go look it up. I’m not a weather bureau – yet. (I have a secret.)

 

Lets start with


My Family

(Just the introduction, really. You have to click on the links below to really see my family. After all, both my sons are married. One has children. And then, of course, there’s my brother and his wife and children. By the way, I dedicate this portion of my website to my brother, Sheldon. Throughout my life, he has been my idol, my mentor, my advisor, and has stuck with me through good and bad.)

The older I get, the more I realize that my family is the center of my world. Amateur Radio comes in a close second. And that’s what this site is largely about.

I have always been a New Englander, born in Rhode Island, childhood to adult years in Vermont, working years living in Massachusetts and then New Hampshire. (I don’t have to put links here, you can look them up yourself.)

I was married on January 26, 1967 to Donna Turgeon and, 42 years later, we have two wonderful children, ages 37 and 40. . . both boys, Aaron and Rob, and two terrific grandchildren, Ryan and Amber. (You can see more of them by clicking on the above underlined “links”.) If you really have to see what I look like, click here, but be careful. You may be looking for just a picture. You may find more (boring stuff) than you bargained for.

We live in Delray Beach on the east coast of Florida. It is about 22 miles (35 km) south of West Palm Beach. Kings Point is a gated community - yes, there are antenna restrictions here and pet restrictions here - with 14,000 winter residents in 7000 units (condos) and about 7000 residents during the summer hurricane season. The main draw of this community for folks over the age of 55 is extensive the recreational facilities. KP has a massive clubhouse with live and movie theaters, exercise equipment room, billiards room, library, cafe, fully equipped wood shop, ceramics labs, two golf courses, six olympic size swimming pools (both indoors and out), its own bus system for folks who don't drive, and on and on....

Interesting thing about the age 55+ community. When we first moved here 12 years ago, the average age here was in the 70’s. We’ve noticed over the past several years that those folks are now “transitioning out” and being replaced by people who are 55 – 60 years. There is starting to be a whole “new” community now. New in the way the “newbies” or “former snowbirds” think, act, and their attitudes towards life and people.

Maybe I’ll write more “stuff” about that later, but it’s just a thought.

Anyway, if you’d like to know more (and I know you do) about our family, click here.

 

Amateur Radio

During the '70's, I (like many others) became fascinated with the CB craze. At the time, I was an Account Executive (read salesman) for an air freight company. My territory took me all over New England from Presque Isle, Maine to Springfield, Vermont. Having a CB radio in the car was a tremendous aid for dealing with road boredom and meeting some pretty interesting folks. Through a local CB club that I founded (The Yankee Club) – a public service organization (we drove folks to the polls, provided communications for parades, and other stuff like that), I met someone who actually changed my life.

His recently deceased father was an Amateur Radio Operator (Ham) and he decided to give it a try as well. He succeeded and finally after kicking and dragging got me involved as well. You have to be licensed by the FCC in order to be a Ham. I studied the study guides, he taught me how to build simple electronic circuits, I practiced Morse Code (in those days, the FCC required a knowledge of Morse because of its reliability in disaster situations – they no longer do) and pulled out what little hair I had thinking I would never get it right. In those days, 1977 to more precise, the FCC allowed the entry level license test, called a Novice license, to be administered by another Amateur of a higher license class.

Soon I had passed a twenty question written exam, one half of the license requirement. Now I needed to get my Morse Code (which I hated, by the way) done. It was frustrating. I failed attempt after attempt. One night we were sitting at his dining room table and I was falling asleep and he said, “Let’s do one more Morse Code practice.” We did. And when we finished, he said, “Congratulations, you are now a Novice Amateur Radio Operator”. I was ecstatic! And thus, begins a life long love with the magic of Amateur Radio.