I know many of you folks will soon embark on that long-awaited and long-dreaded family vacation.
Your entire dysfunctional family will be right there in the back of that SUV. Yep, they're all crammed into that tiny vehicle, even that wife who insisted on bringing every pet the family owns, even that kid that you suspect might be a little off in the head that your wife says is yours but you have your doubts about, and even that teenage girl who might not make it back from this vacation alive is she makes one more smart-mouth comment.

I admit it. I wear Spiderman underwear. I still have a crush on Wonder Woman. And I have a Superman tattoo located somewhere on my body (you'll have to use your X-ray vision to find out exactly where, though).
Most people become infatuated with superheroes early in life. At first, it's the child in us that thinks that awesome, superhuman powers are just plain cool. Later, as we age and our bodies fall apart, superheroism is more about staying strong and young and powerful, about defying our own mortality.