I used to live in Fort Collins, Colorado, a couple of miles from the antenna for WWV, the broadcast time standard from the National Bureau of Standards (that&#x27;ll date me, it&#x27;s called NIST now).<p>Electronics was one of my hobbies. Most of the noise in my circuits was that damned time signal. I could pick it up with just about any length of wire and anything that would act as a diode. A transistor. A pin on a chip -- I had a DRAM coughing up &quot;At the tone, the time will be...&quot; once.<p>At least I usually knew what time it was.