Real Talk!

Day 15 Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.

Sleep... oh ya. It's gotta be sleep. Years ago, I was writing a series of poems about some "stuff" and I was so immersed in it that I went without sleep for a while and then, I discovered that the more deprived of sleep, the more I could connect with those old, deep feelings...

I suppose that the truth is that I had already healed for the most part... but writing about it was something that I had to do...

and, since my accident in 2000... my body doesn't generally let me go without sleep... I'm running on about an hour today... but this time, it's because we are in the midst of losing one of the dearest men that I have ever known... and I am needed.

Day 14 A hero that has let you down. (letter)

I am fortunate. I have never been disappointed by any of my heroes.

However, I have yet to come to terms with the death of George Reeves... television's Superman... His death at age 45 from a gunshot was officially deemed suicide, but some still believe he was murdered or the victim of an accidental shooting...

"Superman's Song"
Crash Test Dummies

Tarzan wasn't a ladies' man
He'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his arm
Like that, quick as a cat in the jungle
But Clark Kent, now there was a real gent
He would not be caught sittin' around in no
Junglescape, dumb as an ape doing nothing

[Chorus:]
Superman never made any money
For saving the world from Solomon Grundy
And sometimes I despair the world will never see
Another man like him

Hey Bob, Supe had a straight job
Even though he could have smashed through any bank
In the United States, he had the strength, but he would not
Folks said his family were all dead
Their planet crumbled but Superman, he forced himself
To carry on, forget Krypton, and keep going

Tarzan was king of the jungle and Lord over all the apes
But he could hardly string together four words: "I Tarzan, You Jane."

Sometimes when Supe was stopping crimes
I'll bet that he was tempted to just quit and turn his back
On man, join Tarzan in the forest
But he stayed in the city, and kept on changing clothes
In dirty old phone booths till his work was through
And nothing to do but go on home