By Rev. Laurie Sue Brockway

My “relationship” with Superman began at age seven, when he swooped into my living room in the person of George Reeves. It was reignited at 19, when Christopher Reeve stepped into those bright red boots in Superman, The Movie.

The movie filled me with a pang of longing. I wanted to be part of the energy, excitement and adventure I saw on the screen. By then, I was working at my first newspaper job and on my way to a life of Lois Lane assignments. I could relate to the romance of the newsroom.

The anticipation and affection between Superman and Lois in the movie were another draw. I liked the idea of having an important career and an important superhero kind of guy who could be there at the drop of a hat – or helicopter, as it were. As a romantic fantasy, the Supes had one thing most mythic men can’t beat -- a day job at a major metropolitan newspaper. To an aggressive cub reporter, there was nothing as exciting as a man with a press card.

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