yup, that is mine alastair said as we approached. the porcupine. over the next several hours alister and i alastair and i drove around the area near his house. the dashboard of his car was a jumble of switches black wires and knobs. he fiddled to get the frequencies as we zipped along listening to the messages flying around this. as we drove down empty roads without a person inside the inside of the car sounded like a cocktail party in full swing. cell phone conversations, the bark of walkie-talkies and cb radios the gibberish of encrypted calls. this was in the summer of 2002 in on the other side of the planet the war on terror was underway. we stopped at the largest american air force base in england. bombers and supplied plants bound for afghanistan and maneuvered. a-listers fiddled and soon we were listening to exchanges between ground crews in the control tower as the planes were ready for takeoff. it works out well alastair told me that i considered the end of the runway and look like an aircraft spotter. for the first few minutes i didn't re