(If you didn’t see the movie Superman Returns you may not get this.)
Can anyone guess where I am going with this one? Corena, our son, his friend and I just saw Superman Returns at the “cheap seats” theater. While there we had the fortune of sharing this particular screening with a group of, as someone said, “the mentally ill”. In fact they sat right behind us. And they made the night! Unencumbered with social pretenses the rest of us so burden our selves with, this raucous group hissed at Lex Luther, gasped at the cliffhangers and clapped for all of Superman’s heroics! They seemingly knew best the essence of superman. The real superman the one we remembered from childhood. The one we need; the one who will always protect us, the one who will always stand for justice. Through there enthusiasm we were all swept along.

 
 Then incredibly as the credits rolled, I saw Him! Feebly disguised as Clark Kent, he gently and patiently rounded his group up, made sure they had there coats, took them to the bathrooms and got them all safely back in the van.

 
You may be fooling Louis Lane and Jimmy Olsen, but I know who is behind those glasses.

 
We will always need you Superman thanks for saving the world.

Untill we meet again,

Michael Golliver of GolliverMedia.com