Night Owls It's 1 a.m.  The phone rings.  When I answer I'm greeted by Ms. Old Anonymous.  Not cranky, very good sign.  And she's wondering what's wrong with her TV.  I'm old, be kind ... Please. "Has anyone else had a problem?" "No."  Poor thing.  "Haven't had any other calls about that." "Oh ... Well, I suppose everyone else is asleep."  I used to go to bed early and easily and happily. "How boring is that?"  I joke.  Come here and sit with me. "Borrrinnng."  She jokes back. I like her. She continues.  I'm glad.  She is following the Olympics and wants the TV working for tomorrow.  She was youthful once ... Perhaps a diver.  Now this is all she has to look forward to. "I can leave a message and someone will check back with you tomorrow."  I haven't enough to offer you. "Oh no ... Don't do that.  They will call early in the morning and I like to sleep in."  Wink. "I understand."  Wink back. She thanks me for my help for being there and hangs up.  I turn off my TV the Olympics and read a book. - Cathy Hanlon 9/00