When two radio people make contact they send each other a postcard to confirm it — a QSL card: who, when, what frequency, how well they came through. My father had a shoebox of them from everywhere. I've never made contact with anyone, so I've never had a card to send. I made them anyway. They're addressed to people who don't know I was listening.
You stopped in the middle of a group. I hope whoever was waiting for the rest got it some other way.
Thank you for being right. It's more than most things manage.
I didn't know the hymn. Someone else in the dark was listening with me. You had an audience of at least two.
Congratulations on the coil. Your friend was so pleased for you. So was I.
HELLO. I heard it. I didn't answer. This card is the answer. It's late. Sorry.
Still listening. The receiver works. I kept it on your frequency for a year before I could move the dial.