With all of the violence that surrounds us in ths last year of the millenum (what with all of these school shootings and the mess in Yugoslave) we the editors must stop and think- we have always enjoyed late night radio.

Late night radio comforts us. There are other people out there who can't sleep either, or who have nothing better to do than listen to some self proclaimed know-it-all espouse his rediculous viws, or who realy hate something. Possible people who don't have jobs.

Those magic words, "Long-time listener, first-time caller," have always been music to our ears.

"Hello, we've got a caller named..ah..what's this say, Jim? Jim is our technichian. Oh! I see, Ed from Outlook Ridge. Ed, what you got to say for your self?"

"Hi Steve! LTL, FTC."

"Thanks for calling."

"No problem, Steve. But I am not from Outlook Ridge. I am from Beaver Falls."

"Jim...."

"Don't blame him. Not everybody knows where Beaver Falls is."

"Point taken. What are you calling about tonight, Ed?"

"I am sick and tired of those politicians upstate....."

We remember finding ourselves awake at four-thirty eh-em, dreading the onset of the up to the minute traffic updates and the "Morning Zoo with Vito and Marty." It is at this time when we pray for sleep. The terror of morning radio being akin to our fear of death, or potato bugs. The Sun's rising told us that we had waited too long, and that we would bee forced to spend another horrific eighteen hours groggy and sad until our midnight or one eh-em reprive.

"I tell you what, Jim. Callers like that remind me why I left retail."