But now we were on our way out west. And somewhere along the way I saw or heard something that hinted that the show might be playing in our destination city. In my light-headed delirium of hunger I was comforted by the thought that I might yet see this show (I already told you what a dork I was). Our very first afternoon in town, in a motel room, I saw George Reeves as Superman. The black and white vision of Metropolis in the 1950s was a sight for weary kid eyes. It was on every weekday afternoon on KLZ, and I almost never missed a showing, rushing home from school everyday to watch, and then do my homework.
George Reeves as Clark Kent was the best. I would have watched if the show had been titled "Clark Kent—Reporter". Reeves portrayed him with strength and compassion, humor and determination. Sometimes I would be disappointed when he changed into Superman. I thought, hey--Kent can handle this. Reeves has been lauded by many, but I have a special fondness for his portrayal as the show helped to get me through some tough times as a kid. Seeing his images now brings back the warmth I felt. I think I am not alone in this.
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