BEST LISTENER I EVER MET. By Jess Wilson I fear that often I am a compulsive talker. I don`t need a great amount of encouragement to rattle off for an hour or so. Some of the people I meet are good listeners some are not. The best listener I have ever met was a little old man who came with some others for lunch at our cabin on Possum Trot.. After lunch he and I sat on the porch of the Corn Crib and he began asking questions and giving me his undivided attention until I had talked myself hoarse. He must have listened to me for most of three hours. There seemed to be no part of my life but what he wanted me to talk about. After he left I asked who he was. He was none other than Philip Morrison of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, one of the most brilliant minds of this century .I was told that he was one of the top 6 men in the development of the Atomic Bomb. After I was told who my audience had been that day, I remembered a verse I had heard my mother recite many times: "A wise old owl sat in an oak, The more he heard the less he spoke. The less he spoke the more he heard . Wasn't that a wise old bird.