When I first got my license a frequent practice, one which I do not necessarily
recommend today, was to knock on the door of a house which had an antenna farm that appeared to belong to a ham radio operator and ask if a ham lived there. I have had people knock on my door and I have knocked on the doors of others.
While in boot camp for the USCG there was another ham in my company. When we reached the point where we were allowed our first liberty we went together and started to walk the streets of Oakland looking for a ham radio antenna. We really did miss our radio stations. The only thing we found was a group of interested people who started to follow us. This greatly alarmed my friend and he suggested we get a bus quick and leave that part of town which we did.
I remember another incident that happened just a few months later. It was while attending Radio School in Groton Connecticut that I met a young lady from Coventry RI who became my XYL and still is 49years later. While we were dating we frequently passed by a fire station, I think it was in Cranston but I am not sure now. Next to that fire station was a house with one of the most beautiful antenna farms I had ever seen. I know at the other end of the coax that lead into that house was a ham radio operator and I so wanted to meet him. Dottie, now KI6YQ, was totally unacquainted with ham radio at that time and when I mentioned going to the house to meet its occupant she did not think that was a very good idea (an understatement).
I persuaded her to go with me and we, I should say I, knocked on the door. As I remember Dottie was a few steps behind me. I wish I could remember the name and call gentleman who greeted us at the door but that has been way too many years ago. He invited us into his home. Collins S line was what I expected to see
connected to the coax that went up to those antennas and I was not disappointed.
We were greeted and treated like old long lost friends. Those were good days and I miss them.