OK, I admit it.
I’ve been looking for a hero since I cut Spiderman/Peter Parker loose in 1963 when I was 10. I’ve been looking since my dad died suddenly when I was 22 in 1975…hmmm…then since my pastor/father figure bilked the church in 1980. Shoot…not since Kirby Puckett went dark side human in 1995.
And in my 50’s, I’ve found my hero in a mellifluous, profoundly wise Quaker. Not a superhero, not my dad, not a World Series hero-but a legitimate sage, saint and hero–from Wisconsin–ta da his name–Parker Palmer.
What–never heard of him?