All kids — or at least all boys — have people they admire and want to emulate. For me, childhood heroes included the Lone Ranger, George Washington Carver, Johnny Unitas and my father. Oh, yeah, add Superman to that list.
I don’t wear a mask or own any silver bullets, have not discovered a marketable use for peanuts, can’t throw a deep post pattern and never adequately will fill Dad’s shoes. And you wouldn’t want to see me flying over the town wearing tights.