Image taken from Marvel site.
I never wanted anything as much as I wanted Captain America. Bud and I spent a few days with my daughter’s family after Christmas. Leda, our little granddaughter most-prized gift was a Captain America action figure, that is until the damnable shield was lost. We searched the house futilely to accompaniment of toddler wails. It’s amazing how previously-reasonable grandparents can be moved by the distraught cries of a heartbroken little girl. Soon, we were scurrying out in search of a replacement, something we would never have done with our children. The way I figure it, she has plenty of time to learn life-lessons after we leave.
It was late. Our first stop was the Walgreen’s where we’d found the original. I had little hope of finding a replacement. After all, I was pretty sure we’d gotten the last one. Naturally, that shelf was depleted. In a panic, we combed all the toy shelves. Miraculously, Bud found one lone Captain America visiting the Peppa the Pig display. He was the true super-hero that day.
Thank you, Walgreen!
