Apparently, an old, wrinkled naked man with a long, flowing white beard, wearing only black boots and a red cap was more newsworthy than a woman making a phone call to a kidnapper. Julie made a mental note to send Santa a thank you note. He had given her an early Christmas present. It was Sunday and she was on call. She thought she would have a few hours respite before the end of the first round of football games, but the first call came in just after 3 p.m. Julie jotted down the address on a blank form, pulled on her coat and a stocking cap and hurried outside after pressing the garage door opener. A light snow was falling and as soon as the cat stuck his nose out the door, he turned and ran back inside before she shut the door. “I don’t blame you, Cat,” she muttered as she locked the door, then ran to the garage and got into her car. It would be a good day to snuggle under a blanket on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate and the Sunday edition of The Denver Post. Maybe it was time to let someone else take the weekend calls.
