When the global warming gods give us an almost 50 degree day in January, I make an effort to enjoy it.  My husband had been talking about “The Best View of Dayton” like it was a copyrighted phrase so of course I was intrigued.  We walked to Walnut Hills Park, established in 1926, and I had a great time taking in the view, breathing the fresh air, and playing on the swings (I guess I’m 25 going on 5).  I think I’ve found my new favorite park of all time.  (Central Park is a close second because although I can’t walk there whenever I want to, it does have turtles.)