An old friend of mine, now gone, used to have a cartoon clipped and stuck to the door of his refrigerator. Superman was sitting on a park bench in full costume, studying the pages of a newspaper’s Jobs Wanted ads. (Ask your parents, kids.) Seated next to him was a frustrated Lois Lane, who was saying to him:
“You could do anything you wanted but, no, you had to work for an afternoon newspaper.”
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