When We Were Superheroes.

I’m an observer. It’s what I do. I sit back and take in my surroundings, watching as people go about their lives—their reactions, the way their faces light up or frown, how their lips turn upward or quiver. It’s all part of the story, and I find myself soaking it all in. I’ve raised my sons, watched them go through their younger years with capes, masks,…