I’m laying on my back right now with my left foot elevated and ice packed. This morning I experienced a first: breaking a bone. And this isn’t some silly head injury; it’s my pinky toe.

Here’s the story. I was out on an early morning crime fighting expedition when my foot caught the edge of a cell phone tower that was recently installed on top of a tall building that I often leap over in a single bound. (more…)

Rather than forwarding an email everyone, I’m going to properly utilize the technology of the Internet, via blog software, to share something I read today that I considered quite funny.

This is from a blog post by Kevin Cornell from his Bearskinrug Articles.

…you don’t need to have magic powers, or have super-strength to be a hero. There’s a hero in all of us, just waiting to come out. Like yesterday, I was driving the car, and I came to this four-way intersection. And there were three other cars at the intersection. So I waved one fellow on, even though I could have gone. Then I waved the next fellow on. And then, I felt so good, I waved the other car on. But cars kept appearing behind all those cars I waved on. So I selflessly waved a few of them on as well. And behind me, all the other cars were honking their admiration for my sacrifice. Until finally the guy behind me got out of his car to congratulate me, or get my autograph or something. But I don’t go in for that kind of ego-inflating, so I just ignored his taps on my window. Anyway, I don’t have the right kind of pen for signing a tire iron.

(I didn’t ask Mr. Cornell if I could include his writings here. Hopefully he won’t try to find me and ask me to autograph his tire iron.)

Many of you know that I have recently moved from Hume Lake and taken a new job. What some of you may not know is that my “real” new job is top secret. As a token of gratitude to the millions of loyal fans who check this site daily, I will share this classified information, but you must promise to keep it on the down-low. (Well, you can tell other people ONLY if they promise not to tell anyone else.)

The truth of the matter is that a privately-funded organization has hired me as a superhero. In order to conceal my secret identity when I am in the public eye, I have to wear glasses as well as wear my underwear under my pants. I have also had to behave in a less-than macho way…pretending to not know how anything about cars, using a luffa in the shower, and not going to the gym. As you might guess, it has been a big adjustment for me. But, I understand the importance of anonymity in this line of work.

In order to save the lives of those who are dying to know what my supername and superpowers are, I can unfortunately only give you a few hints:

1. Although very super, the word “super” is not in my supername.
2. I work alone. (The Sidekick’s Union has been on strike since I’ve been on the job.)
3. I’m a human, raised by humans.

If you haven’t guessed it, just pay close attention to the evening news.

I hope this news will help each one of you rest in peace tonight.

Sweet dreams,

“Nate Sees”