When I was younger…. Started to say a kid, but at 72 ….. I am still a kid…. Just dyed my hair red…. supposed to be dark brown… on well a change from the Col. Sanders look…..

there are advantages and disadvantages of refusing to “act” one’s age….

anyway…..

when I was younger our first home in Richmond Va.,had a tool shed / garage (not designed to accommodate a car) a work area/ shop. My favorite space on the property. It served as tool shed, fort, prison, club house, lookout tower and when we could get away with it smoking lounge. A tree behind the shed gave us access to the roof. Donning our capes of old towels donated to the shed as hand rags we became “ Bat men”, at least until the screeking aluminum roof alerted mother who threatened us but was ignored until “Father’s Belt” came into play. We hurled ourselves off the 10 foot rooftop with reckless abandon and to the best of my recollection the injuries sustained were of the skinned knees and twisted ankles. That was about it…..

I think it’s part of becoming a “man”, whatever that is, to believe you are capable of achieving impossible tasks and that you are unbreakable….. until life teaches you , those moments are rare at best and fleeting.
So we level off at a place where we are more comfortable and better equipped to be a “Robin.”

Not superhuman….. but capable of pitching in and being part of organizations and fellowships that do amazing things without any “superheroes.”

Not “Batman…. Not “Superman” or a Superhero, more like a Robin…..a good right hand man

🦍oboe the hobo