by“Great Caesar’s Ghost!” he shouted.
Clark Kent responded with one of his usual witty rejoinders.
“Great Caesar’s Ghost!” Perry White continued, “Am I the only one around here who has to work for a living? Go on, get out of here and get me that story!”
I’d been watching reruns as a way to pass the time while I waited for the phone to ring, an email to arrive, or a snail mail letter to find its way to my mailbox.
Apparently, the universe hadn’t gotten the memo.
My divorce and subsequent settlement—heavily favoring my ex-wife—had left me only this “vacation house” as we so charitably referred to the two room cabin inherited from my uncle, and the one pittance of savings I had kept solely in my name.
The divorce had “taken me out,” emotionally, and I really wasn’t all that fond of the
