Heads up~this blog has absolutely nothing to do with running, instead:

I’m going to tell you a story about a feud going on between grown men.  A story that somehow MFH (My Favorite Husband) has managed to plunk himself smack dab in the middle.

Even though we are beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel of this mess, my reaction has pretty much been the same throughout this entire thing, an Eye Roll.

Now, there are eye rolls and there are eye rolls.  This situation calls for the eye roll above.  It’s a situation where you’re stunned and amazed that grown men can act so childish!

So, not a nice, subdued, eye roll….no that won’t do at all.

No, this story calls for the biggest eye roll you can manage!

Now that we’ve got the premise of the eye roll out of the way, I’ll share the story:

A year ago the Lowndes County Amateur Radio Club elected a new club president.  He’s a nice enough guy, maybe not as laid back as past presidents but a nice guy.  Notice I said he was elected?  Yea, that’s important because the people who are all upset are the same people who knowingly elected this guy.

https://www.lowndescountyarc.org/

Trouble started brewing almost immediately when he started beginning club meetings with the Pledge.

“Well, we’ve never done it that way before!”  Like it’s going to kill you to say, “I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America…..”

Anyway, tensions mounted and here we are at the end of the year with a split in the club.  I mean, I’ve heard of church splits before over things like doctrine and the color of the new carpeting, but a split between ham radio operators!?!

Ham Radio people, as a rule, are the folks who are helping in emergency situations during natural disasters!  They have the equipment and where with all to keep lines of communication open when Mother Nature does her worst.  A split with these guys in your community isn’t a good thing.

Minor squabbling has turned into a whole bunch of grown men arguing like little girls~and I’ve told MFH I can say that because I used to be one.

So, it’s finally boiled down to two guys leaving the club and starting a club of their own.  I’m okay with that!  What’s not okay is equipment they donated to the club about 5 years ago, they want it back.  The want it to use at their new club.

Well, when  you donate something, it’s not yours anymore, right? It’s like taking back the clothes you donated to the local shelter or something.  There’s also been some sticky stuff about the 100′ ham radio tower and who rightfully owns it.  Fortunately, legal documents kind of shot them out of the water on that.

Still, in the grand scheme of things, rather than argue more with these two men, my sweet MFH, who is the best person in the world to diffuse a tense situation (seriously, he always knows the exact right thing to say!) was landed with the job on playing intermediary between the feuding parties.

Now, a little about MFH and myself:  I’ve been asked in the past to smooth over rough spots between disgruntled parties and MFH has put his foot down hard.  He doesn’t want me in the middle of things like that so I’ve learned to decline.  When he came home and told me this, my first reaction was:

He was like, “I know, I know….” and we left it at that.  It was kind of funny and we both knew it and we both decided just to leave that one alone.  Hahaha!!!

This afternoon, MFH is off to deliver the piece of equipment, a repeater, to the most grumpy of the two disgruntled gentlemen.  This entire thing is over a $400.00 piece of equipment.  If you know anything about ham radio equipment, you would realize that was like arguing over some candy in the check out lane at Walmart.

Did I mention this whole thing has been driving me nuts?

It is MFH’s and my most sincere hope that after we hand over the offending Walmart candy to this gentleman, this ordeal will be over.

Also, it would be good to note that I will not be renewing my membership to this club or the new one.  This is dumb.

Sheesh!