Fall, 1953, Baton Rouge. My father managed to get our first television set hooked to the antenna, tuned in to Channel Six, WAFB, and the very first TV program I saw in its entirely came on:
The Adventures of Superman.
Starring George Reeves as the Man of Steel ...
And then there came that soul-stirring, voice-over narration, based loosely on the earlier radio and cartoon versions. Which, as part of my misspent youth, I learned. And which, fifty-six years later, I can still recite from memory ...
(Though I'd still like to own the White Cane store and an opthamology clinic in Metropolis -- talk about job security -- a town where everybody is so blind they can't tell a bird from a plane from a guy in red and blue tights ...)
Up, up, and away -- !
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I worked briefly for a company called Popcast.com -- one of the internet video pioneers. I was brought in toward the end and tasked with firing the hell out of a lot of people and building a new database, which turn out to be not dissimilar skills.
It was a dreadful experience, but there was a real, bona fide, first class bonus to the job: it was located in the Wilson Building in Los Angeles -- which was the Daily Planet, in the old Superman TV series.
Here.
I had lunch a couple of times up there in the penthouse with the gargoyles.
I do that for my son every one in a while. Until he screams "STOP, dad!". I especially like the sound effects. I'll have to remember that the next time.
It's a shame they put that garbage on top of the Wilson building. So people have no sense of style, or history.
Yeah, welcome to Los Angeles.
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