Hamsexy is like peeing your pants.
Everyone can see it but only you feel its true warmth.
But then you get old and pee in your pants while wizzing around in you hamabout.
I went, picked up a Kenwood D700 for truck (whew...$$$$$), sat in on an international emergency communications seminar for a few minutes and walked around a bit.
Less junk than the last Hamfest I went to, which was in '03.
I meant to bring the camera, but forgot it, of course. . .