...AS LONG AS IT MAY LAST. Your patience, that is, AND the regrettable indisposition of whatever is RadioValencia.FM. This episode is, perforce, a re-run, since in the current state of things we can't get to do, or post, a new Ask Dr. Hal! podcast. The search for a New Space for the station continues; that's all we're able to say. And, looming is the possibility that such a locus may end up precluding our continuing with the show anyway. Why? Well, one possible roost is a B.A.R.T. train ride away, with an additional walk. That would be fine, except of course for the fact that our current time slot ends, at earliest, an hour after Midnight. And the flaw in the ointment here, Etherettes and Rocket Rookies, is that the B.A.R.T. trains stop running at Midnight, which would leave us stranded at a late hour in a distant and exotic location, e.g. Balboa Park. Oh, well, who can peer into the Abysm of Time to see what finally goes down? If only we had Joseph Smith and his "Magic Peepstone" to "scry" for us. Well, in this exhumed former ADH presentation we featured the 1945 Lux Radio Theater production (No. 488) of THE CANTERVILLE GHOST by Oscar Wilde, starring Charles Laughton and Margaret O'Brien. A few years back we were working in Hollywood on a script about Oscar Wilde. The studio, our employer, gave us the disc of this show among other possibly helpful materials. Being quite familiar with Wilde's haunting, beautiful (and funny) story, we didn't play it at the time. But on this show we did, at last, play the disc, expecting a professionally produced, entertaining version of the tale. What we got, though, was scratchy, frequently interrupted by blaring ads for Lux soap-- and did not have, we found, anything more than a superficial resemblance to Wilde's story at best-- the adaptation by Edwin Blum shoehorned in all sorts of crap about "lovable" doofus G.I.s stationed in wartime England, distorting the whole venture into propaganda-infused Low Comedy. But, having started, we gritted our remaining teeth and let it play. So there's that, and the usual poems and mix. Just three hours this time, though... May it please the Gods we return, before our abused audience haemorrhages away forever...