I also suffer from this geriatric malady -- once a technology goes dormant, becomes a throwback museum piece, my interest increases. When I was 12 (1957) and

I also suffer from this geriatric malady -- once a technology goes dormant, becomes a throwback museum piece, my interest increases. When I was 12 (1957) and really needed to practice code, talk to friends on my primitive homebrew ham radio, I instead dreamt of having single sideband. They say youth is wasted on the young, certainly true for me. :) Since we're talking about something entirely out of touch with modern life, I suggest an app that converts spoken code to plain text. Before having proper radio equipment, my friends and I would speak Morse code to each other, and somehow make ourselves understood. Among our classmates we already had a reputation for being out of touch with reality. This practice cemented the assumption, more by design than accident. 73 de Paul KE7ZZ