Super heroes
I was driving home from Houston yesterday, after attending the Madonna Sticky and Sweet concert with Flower and friends and listening to NPR when a story came on about a man who dresses like Superman.
A week ago, when I was getting a massage to take care of my back ache I told L that things had been so hectic lately, I was in the mood to channel Wonder Woman and imagine myself in wonderous circumstances where having a lasso and some power bracelets could magically transport me to flights of fancy rather than a shrinking financial market.
Turns out the man who dresses impeccably as Superman lost his wife two years ago. He said he had a hard time understanding how a person who was so beautiful and full of life suddenly had no tomorrows and so he decided to live fully today for her.
I kept thinking his original intent was most likely to spin around like Superman and go back to the past where he might be able to save her.