My wife came into my ham shack... really, a metal building in the back yard (insulated, heated/air conditioned)... where
one corner of my workshop is my ham shack.
I was making something on the lathe, heard her behind me, but she just stood there inside the door. She waited until
I finished a cut, turned off the lathe and turned around.
"Whatcha need, Sweetie?" I asked.
"All this radio gear you have," waving her hand over toward the corner where my "shack" is, "In an emergency, phones
and everything is out like after the last hurricane, can you call over to (county seat) with that?"
"I can talk out of the county, to the whole state, the whole country, all over the Caribbean, Central and South America,
Canada, England, Ireland, Scotland, all over Europe. Why?"
"Just wondering," she said, with a thoughtful look on her face.
I turned back to the lathe and started another cut.
A few minutes later she came back in, didn't say a word, but left a fresh cup of coffee and a saucer with a slice of her
great home made cheesecake on the workbench.
And left.
A few years ago she said, "I want to get you something for Christmas. I know there has to be some piece of ham radio
gear you want."
She bought me a new amp.
She gets it.
And she's never said another word about a penny I've spent on radio gear.