No cape, no tights....but yet, he is a superhero. My Super D has been working so very hard all week to make sure that those hit hardest by that terrible Ike would be taken care of. Meeting after meeting with FEMA and the Red Cross and those nasty villian caterers.....all in days work for my Super Man. We saw him for only a few moments on this his Saturday....his day of rest. Duty called, and he was off to save the world once again....one emergency meal at a time.
I love you my sweet crusader of kindness!
