Hopefully, you’ll indulge a bit of nostalgia for just a bit. A part of my “geeky” world has always been comic books. The fantasy world that the comic book brings has always held a certain fascination for me. One of my favorites, of course, was Superman and I can remember sneaking a look at the comics every time I went into a store, hoping to see the latest tragedy and see the hero always find a way to win. I loved the X-Men as well, because I sort of identified with the “mutant” feeling. Being a smart kid that didn’t go do all the things the other kids did set me apart and I felt that “difference” deeply.The list of characters can go on and on as I loved the mythos that surrounded all the story lines, from the super soldier, Captain America and his “awakening” to the gritty Sandman series (pun actually intended that time) and all the genres in between. I still have a moderate collection, primarily of Superman from the time around the “Death of Superman” story line and a year or so after that story ended.
As I have reflected lately on leadership, I can remember an episode from when I was in elementary school, 4th or 5th grade, and I cut my hand quite badly trying to close a window during a fire drill, (yes my memory does go that far back.) Each of us who sat by a window had the privilege/responsibility of closing the window during a fire drill. it was an awesome task and people would argue over whose turn it was to sit in those seats. Little did I know that this “privilege” would lead to a scar. Continue reading