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      July 4, 2016Oldguy: Superhero—AssociateWilliam Trowbridge

      Oldguy gets a job as a greeter at Walmart,
      where he wears a blue vest with “How May
      I Help You” on the back and a smiley-face
      button on the front. If things go well, he can
      add a gold-star pin with “Management
       
      Appreciates ME!” across it, or a comet
      pin with “Awesome Job!” on its tail. But
      most customers don’t want to be greeted;
      some balk at having even strangers see them
      shopping there. One woman smacks him
       
      with her purse. So he tones it down to
      a nod and a wink, but a burly guy thinks
      he’s touting blow jobs and shoves him
      into a DVD display. Oldguy, to keep
      his identity secret, opts not to strip
       
      to his superhero garb. He finds greeting
      to be harder than it was to stop Rodan
      from flash-frying Dubuque. When he tries
      just to look good-natured, management
      decides he’s become a liability, another
       
      worthless senior trying to take advantage
      of an American job provider. To get him
      out, guards take each arm and, grinning,
      tell him he’s going to meet Mr. Walmart.
      It’s turned cold, and the raindrops sting.

      from #51 - Spring 2016

      William Trowbridge

      “I’ve come to see a serious void in the universe of superheroes—whether they’re male or female, foreign or domestic, human or not, they’re all young. Depressingly, inexcusably young. So I’ve created Oldguy to fill this void. When he was Youngguy, he won, among a host of other awards, the Boy Scout merit badge for Elephant Bench Pressing, created in his honor. But with age, he’s lost his super powers and become just old. Nevertheless, he carries on, now fighting evil mainly by means of semi-passive-to-passive resistance, a harmless though peculiar appearance, impaired cognition, and longevity. In the last of these, he’s like my Great-Uncle Al, who said, when asked how he managed to be on earth 93 years and have no enemies, ‘I outlived the sons-a-bitches.’”