Calamity on a Sunday Morning

With full knowledge that we are the de facto ICE number to some of our more senior family member, it is always disconcerting to get an unexpected call. You always worry that something has happened. More often than not something actually has…and in the case of this morning a calamity indeed has. So I rush up the foothill to take care of the television set that they’ve managed to confuse its setting. Breakfast this sunny Sunday morning comes with a shot of adrenaline as it were

When I was a kid

When I was a kid I wanted to be zapped by a lazer and get super powers. When I was a thirteen I wanted to use my own Transformer to fight bad guys. When I was a young adult I wanted to write the great American novel. When I turned 18 I wanted to drive somewhere far far away! 
As I take stock now I’d like to think that I DID become a bit of hero to at least a couple of young minds, that I take effort to do right for myself and others, that my little bursts of writing inspire some and that road trips with my family are the best stress-reliever in the world. ?#
Perspective…that’s a super power que no?