Interview from the Daily Planet

He was hanging out on the corner where the old telephone

booth used to be. He looked worn around the edges in a funky, faded blue getup that fit kinda tight. Maybe in his late 70’s, he looked a bit lost.

I couldn’t resist asking if he was who I thought he was. He admitted I was right and asked if I needed help.

Where to begin? We sat together on a bench by the park.Where

to begin?

I hesitated and then asked whether he had been keeping up

with our news over the last few years. I told him the kryptonite

had totally hit the fan.

There was a global pandemic, heartbreaking racial unrest due

to long-standing brutality , unemployment and lack of unity....

I went on and on. He got the idea and agreed it wasn’t like the old days when he could fly down and fix everything in one fell swoop!

I apologized to Mr. Kent for not having much faith in him anymore, asked him to give my best to Lois. And that was that.

There’s no one coming to help us. We have to do it ourselves.