When The Man of Steel makes a surprise visit to The House on the Hill, Modern Philosophers, you rearrange your day to be available to hang out with him.
“I love reading your blog, Austin, and you told me I always had an open invitation to The House on the Hill,” Superman explained as he stomped the snow off his boots from the short walk to my porch.
Thankfully, he remembered to control his strength and did not stomp holes through the floor of my front porch.
For the record, all Superheroes have an open invite to The House on the Hill, and I hope more will take me up on the offer.
The Modern Philosopher and his Superfriends. I like the sound of that!
“Your stories about Maine’s harsh Winter and your battle with Post Traumatic Snow Disorder got me to thinking that we have a lot in common.”
Tell me more about this theory, Superman!
“The House on the Hill is your Fortress of Solitude,” he continued as his cape rippled in the morning breeze. “You hunker down inside, safe from the elements and the stress of the outside world, and form your Deep Thoughts on your next plan of action.”
That’s exactly what Superman does at The Fortress of Solitude!
“Of course, your blog posts lead me to believe that it’s much warmer at my place of seclusion than it is as yours,” he joked with a mighty laugh. “Plus, you have some very interesting guests, while no one ever wants to come to see me.”
Don’t be jealous, Modern Philosophers, but I now have an open invitation to visit The Fortress of Solitude.
We moved things inside because it was getting much too cold out on the porch for this puny human. Once we each had a Snapple in hand, we continued the conversation in the warmth of my living room.
I must tell you, I’ve never seen anything more adorable than The Man of Steel petting the purring black cat curled up in his lap. I doubt Cali had any idea who the visitor was, but she definitely took a liking to him.
“Like me, you have a weakness that drains your powers,” he told me as he petted Cali behind the ears. “Snow is your Kryptonite.”
I countered that maybe Kryptonite was merely green snow. Superman got a kick out of that one.
“The next time your Post Traumatic Snow Disorder makes you feel powerless, tell yourself that you are a Superhero, and snow is the one thing on Earth that has this effect on you. I bet you that Deep Thought helps you get through the hard times must quicker.”
Faster than a speeding bullet perhaps? I cannot wait to tell Dr. Jekyll about this at my next session. This could be the breakthrough I’ve been hoping for!
“Of course, our most obvious similarity, after our striking good looks, is the fact that we each have an archenemy who is the bane (Superhero pun intended) of our existence.”
Snow Miser is my Lex Luthor!
How have I not seen this before, Modern Philosophers?
Superman is a genius and a true Modern Philosopher. I can’t imagine the Deep Thoughts he is capable of forming.
“I don’t want you to let this horrible Winter get you down, Austin,” Superman informed me as he polished off his Snapple. “Superheroes support each other, and I want you to know I am here for you whenever you need me.”
How cool is Superman? Seriously! He told me that on his way back to Metropolis, he is going to pick up a pair of glasses just like mine for Clark Kent.
After we had another Snapple, Superman cleared all the snow off of my property with his heat vision.
The Son of Jor-El is now officially my favorite Superhero. Which Superhero do you think you’re most like, Modern Philosophers?