The conversation was centered around some athlete who had tarnished his image by using some kind of performance enhancing drug. My hero list dates way back to early childhood and I keep adding to it frequently.
Back near the start of time when I was young, it was easy to recognize heroes. They dressed funny. They all had their own special costumes.
Their costumes set them apart. Maybe, I pondered, if I could come up with a good costume, I could help bring back the uniformed hero. I thought about, The Silver Fox, but dismissed that.
I needed something that went with the whole senior theme. Searching the back of my closet I came up with the perfect thing, I found a pair of plaid polyester bell bottoms with a white belt. Near it was a nylon Hawaiian shirt covered with bright festive flowers. I needed a cape so I tied the arms of my Snuggie around my neck, perfect! I found a pair of the really dark sunglasses the doctor had given me to wear after my cataract surgery, you know the kind, the ones that look like welding goggles, they looked great.
I slipped on my orthopedic sneakers with the Velcro fasteners and decided my outfit was complete. I took off the Snuggie cape because I kept sitting on it and chocking myself. I headed to the Senior Center to see what my peers thought about their own super hero.
