This story isn’t about 1985. 1985 wasn’t a good year for me. 1984 had been okay, because even though we’d moved away from Florida, the first school I’d really liked and the first girl I’d ever kissed with full romantic intentions (little more than a…
I went to three different schools for third grade. One was in South Carolina, where I spent most of my early years; another in upstate New York, not far from where I’d end up going to middle school and high school; and then finally I…
If I’d grown up a decade earlier, I imagine I’d probably have had more achievable dreams as a kid. But my childhood, probably not unlike that of most American kids growing up in the 20th century, was filled with superheroes. So all I really wanted…