Like many kids growing up in late 20th century America, I loved superheroes. Particularly Superman. In my young head, Superman was the picture of what I wanted to be. I knew, short of falling in a vat of super-soldier juice, there was a good chance I’d never have superpowers, but the image of a good guy spending his life doing something meaningful by using his strength to help others, preserve goodness, and fight evil appealed to me at a young... Read more