When I left Fredericksburg, Virginia my plan was very loose. I didn’t have a route but I did have a few points on the map that I wanted to see. One of them was Metropolis, Illinois – the Official Home of Superman.
Now I was never a huge Superman buff or anything but I was curious about what went on in that town. There’s only one way that I know of to satisfy curiosity… go see something for yourself.
Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
There is a 15-foot Superman in the square:
The Super Museum:
Superman’s phone booth:
Some Kryptonite found in Metropolis:
This is what the part of town by the Super Museum in bustling Metropolis looked like on a Tuesday morning in October:
While I was preparing to leave and head north, a man who I later learned was named John, parked in front of me and went into the bank. When he came back out, he struck up a conversation.
After 40 years of marriage, his wife divorced him. He returned to his hometown of Metropolis after 30 years of being away.
He told me that the Super Museum was once a drug store, about his kids and grandkids, his wish to just have a few acres and some horses.
Before he left he said that if I ever passed through town again, that I should look him up. But he never gave me any way to contact him. I guess if I do pass through again, I’ll just stand in the middle of town and shout “John!” and see what happens.
Even if you’re not a huge Superman fan, a pit stop to Metropolis to see all the super goings-on is fun. ::thumbs up::