I remember my mom listening to him in the mornings. There was a clock radio that sat on our windowsill in our eat-in kitchen, and Paul Harvey's broadcast would always come on in the mornings while she sat at the table having coffee. We'd always have to leave for her to take us to school during his broadcast, but she'd pick him up again in the car during our drive. I loved listening to him then, but I never sought out his broadcasts when I grew up and was on my own.
I associate Paul Harvey and his gravelly voice, his ability to build anticipation, his dramatic pause, the infamous "rest of the story," and his cheerful "G'day!" with reassuring childhood memories.