My poor family was concerned that I had been wearing the same Batman exercise shirt to the gym too much.  As a result, they purchased me a new Superman workout shirt.  Now at the gym, I could embrace my geekhood in two different superhero styles depending upon my mood of the day or the status of the laundry.

Well, I was very proud of my Superman shirt and decided to wear it around town on Boxing Day.  Various errands and of course picking up a caramel latte were high on the agenda.  Then a cool opportunity arose with Grandma and Grandpa in town to watch the kids, I would be able to go to the noon hour spin class with my wife.  That’s right, my Wonder Woman would be exercising right next to me.  Those cycles did not stand a chance against our dynamic duo.

As is customary for me at the gym, I was five minutes late.  Considering it was Charlene’s 100^th something spin class, she was already speeding along when I arrived.  Sitting atop my bike, I tried to catch up, but no matter how hard I tried, my tree trunk sized legs just could not peddle fast enough.  That’s when it hit me.  Caramel lattes were my Kryptonite.  My delicious weakness in a cup.  Yep, in order to do my new shirt justice this Superman would need to switch to black coffee.  Strong black coffee suitable for a Man of Steel, a Man of Java.

Superman a.k.a. Clark Kent, portrayed in stunning fashion by coffee connoisseur Dave Paulsen, in front of his two favorite Willmar (Minnesota) coffee establishments…

Cornerstone Coffee (www.cornerstonecoffeeofwillmar.com)

and The Goodness (www.downtowngoodness.com).

Both featuring yummy caramel lattes, indeed.