is what Kate and I are that we have not yet been subjected to the wartime discomforts of our NR colleagues: the dankness, the insomnia, the unfixed gutters. We too would like to make our sacrifice. So. . . no microwave popcorn as we watch Peter Jennings—a clear twofer. And, we’re undertaking the tiresome task of updating our rolodexes with the HUGE distraction of the televised war. Let no one say that we haven’t given at the office.