I remember babysitting James. He was perpetual motion; a dizzying whirlwind running, jumping, swinging, climbing... if ever there was a child destined to become an super hero, it was James.

James was six, watching Grandpa work. He asked question after question, like, "Can the sawdust be put back together?" and "Why does a saw motor turn with electricity when a car one turns with gas?" James was, beyond question, an extraordinary kid that grew into an extraordinary man.