When we pass St. Nicholas’ Day, it feels as if the city should take a hint and go all winter wonderland on us. So on a day when it’s creeping into the mid-fifties and raining, the kind of weather you expect for Jack O’Lanterns and not Santa’s impending arrival, one has to improvise their own spirit of the season.
I know of no better Christmas kick-start than the incomparable Mr. Billy Squier.
From his secret lair high atop New York City, our intrepid hero sees all. Join him now as we take a journey across the interconnected web to the vast reaches of human knowledge and understanding...
In the dark of the night, from the Battery to Bronck's River, in comic shops and movie theaters alike, one can hear his cry: "No powers. Just super."
Welcome aboard. Let's have some fun.
