During my spring break, I’ve been listening to old time radio shows over the internet, and they’ve happily taken me back down the years to my boyhood in the less worrying times of the 40’s and 50’s. As I listen to “The Challenge of the Yukon”, starring Sergeant Preston and his loyal huskie, King, I’m carried back to Holly Drive and the pleasant house where we stretched out on the floor each night to listen to our favorite shows. Hearing again the kindly voice of Mr. Keen, tracer of lost persons, brings back genial memories of times when things seemed less taxing – days when an unsophisticated fifteen minute radio show left you ready for a another eight hours of easy sleep.

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The days have been balmy lately – a taste of May at the end of the winter season. Yesterday in the park, people were lolling about in shirtsleeves -- pushing babies, tossing balls, and generally enjoying the gentle weather. There was something exceptionally pleasant about sitting in the sunshine on a bench and reading Paradise Lost while people lingered along on the walkways with their friends and families. I felt like I was in a small, pre-spring paradise as I read.