Yes! Occasionally I simply need something that tickles my funny bone, challenges the establishment, or simply leaves no doubt in my mind that destiny is decidedly disheveled.
Voila! Metropolis, Illinois.
Philadelphia has Rocky; Milwaukee has Winkler, the Bronze Fonz; Metropolis was destined to have . . . ?
And I was soooo curious!
No way was I passing up this roadside attraction, again!
Jimmy proclaimed food at the top of his agenda by the time we pulled into Metropolis at 7 pm. It was officially too dark for much sightseeing, but I did secure, albeit begrudgingly, a commitment to locate the 15-ft statue of Superman before we retired for the evening.
Great Scott, even Lois Lane knows the way to Clark Kent’s heart is through his stomach.
My Clark Kent wasn’t exactly feeling mild or mannered when he reported he was fading faster than a speeding bullet when we commenced our search for the Man of Steel at 9 o’clock in the evening.
I’d settled for a single picture of this Champion of the Oppressed (I was feeling a bit oppressed myself as our search ensued) knowing full well I would miss most of what Metropolis had to offer: a renowned Superman Museum; a bi-weekly paper, the Metropolis Planet; a statue of Lois Lane; a real life Lois Lane we could have strolled down hand in hand; street signs, stops signs, banks and grocery stories all promoting their hometown hero.
Jimmy was all about up, up, and away to our room for the night after a long day of driving.
“Look,” I shouted as we approached Superman Square on foot.
“It’s not a bird!”