Gurdon: A screen-free summer? It’s pretty to think so

Here we are, on the cusp of summer, with the promise of all its splashy afternoons and languid evenings, with the fragrances of grilling wafting on the breeze.

And the sounds of summer: the whack of screen doors, the growl of lawnmowers, the jingle of the ice cream man, and — wait, what’s that? what’s that angry sound? — oh yes, the sound of parents telling their kids for the umpteenth time to get off the computer, and away from the screen right now, I mean it, when I was your age we didn’t have computers and we used to play outside for hours and we didn’t come home until it was dark!