Divorce - such a ambiguous word. If you're a famous personality, you're still going to be friends and everything is amicable, their lives seem to skip not one beat. If you're the common man (or in this case, the "Common Ham") it's a nightmare of sleeping at work, finding the cheapest hotel room, or imposing on your relatives (last choice). You wake up in the middle of the night with unknown answers to questions like "Will still have my ham gear and CB collection?", "Will she get them?", or will they have to be sold in order to afford an attorney? Why is it always MY stuff that gets taken? (not that I'd want her stuff). Well, next week will begin the process, yes friends, just one day before Thanksgiving! There's irony in that to be found but I have to grab the shower before the other tenants drain the hot water...
P.S. - Yes, believe it or not, the FT-817 video is still, slowly being done, you'll just notice it wasn't filmed at the same location due to my hit and run style of living.