Why is it that an article of clothing can change our mood?  Everyone I am sure has a favorite shirt, a pair of soft slippers, or a ratty pair of sweatpants, but do you have one that emboldens your body and spirit?  For hippies I am sure it is the tie-dyed Grateful Dead shirt.  For the political hippie it is the “I hate Bush” pin, shirt, hat, etc…  For Robb I am sure that it is that horrible black hoodie that never escapes his skin.  Livius adores the button down shirt to show off his man hair.  For me, my superpowers reside in an apron.  Laugh if you will, but I have found my Excalibur. 

 

This is no lady’s kitchen apron, but one that is used where men are working.  This is where man carves his destiny into wood, metal, or leather.  Where animal’s blood is wiped off hands.  The apron stands for America before the hippie curse!!!  When men didn’t go to salons and wear perfume, and where a man’s honor was all he had.  Men were judged by the look in their eyes and the strength of a handshake. 

I am going a little of topic with this blog but I am trying to convey the spirit and passion one must have when facing an entrenched enemy.  Every man is a superhero, but he must find his powers.  What is a superhero without his outfit, just a regular guy.  My powers reside in an apron, but this apron is truly a cape.