I knew it was possible.  I watched TV.  There he was, leaping tall buildings, more powerful than a locomotive and faster than a speeding bullet.  Yea, Superman was really a super man!  For several episodes, I watched trying to determine the secrets of his super-human power.  I made a dash to Draffen’s Department Store, the Drug Store, and other fine establishments where comics were sold to purchase Superman Comics.  I read carefully each word, studied each picture, I wanted to know the secret to Superman’s powers.

Eight-year-old boys want to know those things.  How does a guy fly?  How can a guy run faster than a bullet?  How is he more powerful than a locomotive?  I studied, I figured out Superman’s secret.  It was his cape.  That was the secret to all his powers.  With the cape, Superman could do all those marvelous things, like leaping tall buildings in a single bound.  I needed one of those capes!

Problem one, Mom said that we could not afford a Superman Cape.  Heartbroken, I struggled with life, with life’s meaning, what would I do if I could not obtain a Superman cape?  Then, like a bolt of lightning from the sky, my brain brightly glowed with genius.  I will make my own Superman cape.

I had noticed that Mom had discarded a couple of throw rugs and left them on the back porch.  I picked them up, looked at them, then selected the lighter of the two, knowing that weight would be important during a flight.  I then found a pin Mom used to pin my brother’s diaper to his bottom and used it to connect the two ends of the rug, making the fastening in front of my throat.  Then I jumped on my bike and took off down the street.  I could feel myself almost lifting off the ground, it was weird.  Then the idea flashed into my brain.  I could fly, if I could only launch myself, I could fly.

Beside the house was an old garage.  I played in the garage, had a special “secret” room up in the rafters from which I could exit onto the roof. Hey, I could climb to the secret room, get on the roof, jump off, and fly!  Yep, I could, I climbed, I slid down the roof, reached the edge and fell forward in a flight position.

Problem two, I didn’t fly!  In fact, gravity took charge and all the superpowers of the cape could not break gravity’s hold.  I hit the ground with a thud, a bone-chilling thud.  I lay there, dazed, confused, first feeling to make sure all my body parts were still together, I slowly rose to my feet, unfastened the diaper pin, laid down the cape and cried.  What went wrong?  I had my cape.  I checked it on my bicycle.  Why didn’t I fly?  Then, sure, I should know- used floor rugs make faulty capes!  So, with new energy, I began exploring other options, for another day, when I could soar above the tallest building in Calvert City, Kentucky.  Fortunately, we moved two weeks later to a place without a garage!