Last night I made another attempt to call JNU. Skype needs more internet connection than I had, so I had to call from the land line. I pulled out the number: 0091-11-22674022. I dialed once. beep-beep-beep. The auto-operator warned me shrilly that I had dialed incorrectly. "I'll just drop the zeroes .. maybe I don't need those." So I dialed again, but the phone started ringing before I got halfway through, so I hung up. When I picked up to dial again, the line hadn't disconnected, so I hung up again. Finally, I remembered that a friend had given me an international calling card, so I called that way. Remember, this is 1:00 am ... an attempt to get ahold of India during office hours. But, no one answered. Just as I hung up, after waiting 10 rings for someone to pick up in India, the phone rang. "This is 911. We had a hang up call and need to check and make sure everything is ok." Just as I answered, Dad (woken from a sound sleep) did, too. "What the heck is going on?" "Nothing! Sorry, wrong number." (Note the phone number above. Yep. 91-1... Aargh.) But I gave her my name and confirmed the address, and went back to bed. I was in a sound sleep when the phone rang again. 911 had called back stating there were deputies outside, and someone needed to go meet them and let them know everything was ok. It was 2:00 am. Dad, once again, had been woken up and I urged him to go to sleep. Only, there were no deputies outside. Apparently they were sitting outside someone else's house, waiting for them to come to the door. I sat in the foyer waiting to meet them. As I was falling asleep on the floor, the cat was excitedly paced back and forth, sure that I was up just to play with him. I just hoped they weren't outside Uncle Dan's. At 2 am they'd have a good chance of getting themselves shot  ... and we'd sure hear about it in the morning! Dan:  Us: 
Just as I was going to bed (at 2:20 am), I saw headlights at the end of the driveway pointing at the driveway. As I went to the front door, the car came up the driveway ... with the headlights off. As Dad said, "If they were going to sneak up the driveway, why did they call to let us know they were coming?" Sure enough, two deputies came to the front door -- one short and fat, the other tall and skinny. "Is everything okay?" It's 2 thirty in the morning! I am standing in the front door in my pajamas, no contacts, and dead tired. But, "Sure, everything's fine. Wrong number ... Yep, trying to call India. Country code 91." It's a good thing there wasn't actually a problem. We would have been dead by the time they got here ...  Another Beshears family adventure. 
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