I had starred the date in my appointment book. I had written the words "Two Years" beside the star. But I still shook my head a few times when I realized it was true.

Today marks the second anniversary of Bob Levey's Washington. Just 730 days ago, I pulled up a chair between Jack Anderson and Alfred Sheinwold and said, "Fellas, you don't mind if I hang out right here five days a week for the next 35 years or so, do you?"

They didn't, and I'm proud to say that most of you readers haven't, either. It's a pleasure to know that so many of you have enjoyed my scribblings, jottings, ramblings and ravings. I plan to keep it up for a long, long time.

Most people taking note of a second anniversary will say that it feels like two minutes on some mornings and two centuries on others. I can honestly say that it has always felt like minutes to me, never centuries and not even generations or decades.

You see, I have the best job at The Washington Post. I say that categorically, flatly and unequivocally. However, I don't say it too frequently or loudly around these hallowed halls for fear that my colleagues will discover the truth of it and try to unseat me. If that ever happened, I'd have to go to work for a living.

But until it does, they pay me for writing what I think and what I want, for reading excellent letters from you readers and for having enchanting, educational, seldom boring phone conversations with you. How can you beat it?

As I did last June 29, I'm going to restate an invitation: Any time you have something that you want to discuss, drop me a line or give me a call. This isn't my column; it's our column. I depend on you to be my eyes and ears, my advisers and my jury. Please don't hesitate.

And don't worry about encountering 14 lines of defense. I have a staff of zero. I open all my own mail, and unless I'm off getting yet another cup of coffee, I answer my own phone. It's never an intrusion for you to get in touch, and there's no such thing as catching me at a bad time. If for some reason you miss me by phone, leave a message. I'll return your call as soon as I can.

My mailing address is Bob Levey, The Washington Post, 1150 15th St. NW, Washington, D.C. 20071. My direct-dial phone number is 334-7276. I look forward to hearing from you.