A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with theer to bestow boons on his fellow men.
What is a Hero?
Is it someone who puts their life in front of other? People who serve the public? Someone that has qualities that we admire or wish to replicate?
I love westerns. It doesn't always fit my character, but the sneer of Clint Eastwood and his cold stare looking at a soon to be dead man is something I loved in old cinema. Even the antihero creation of William Munny in "The Unforgiven" is something that causes me to drop everything and watch it like a kid on Saturday mornings.
I also loved Wild Bill Hickok in Deadwood played by Keith Carradine.
So recently in South Dakota, we stopped by Deadwood. I took some time in Saloon 10. The legendary bar that Wild Bill met his historic end with aces and eights and an unknown card. I sampled several of the local beers while watching the recreation of the shooting and capture of his assassin. I also spent time at the cemetery. I gave an ante up at the tombsite. He's buried next to Calamity Jane and visited the tomb of Seth Bullock on top of the hill looking over Deadwood.
There are several things. Deadwood burnt down twice since Wild Bill's shooting, but they were able to save his chair. It's enshrined at the bar.
My heros have always been flawed, dark, and probably insane. I've always been more of a Batman fan than Superman or Captian America. I also know it's the embellished stories of pulp westerns that made these heros larger than life.
