It was Easter and I was telling the young trio of Alex, Tyler and Claire about the elusive actions of the Easter Bunny as we looked out the upstairs window to see if we could spot him coming down the street, while the other adults did their work hiding the eggs quickly in the back yard. “How do you know so much about him?” soon-to-be 7-years-old Alex wanted to know, looking at me with some skepticism. “I’ve known that rabbit for over thirty years,” I told her.