I was diagnosed with asthma when I was five.  My family lived in eastern Berks County and I still remember the late-night trip to the hospital in Allentown during my first  attack. Before I experienced the condition first-hand, everything I knew about the disease came from a 30-second public service announcement featuring Superman. Kids with asthma were supposed to ask their parents to call the American Lung Association for a pack of free information, or, as it appeared to me at the time, free Superman stuff. To be honest, I felt left out and thought asthma must be awesome if it got the Man of Steel to show up at your pick-up baseball games.

Obviously, I was wrong. Asthma is not awesome.  Superman does not show up at pick-up baseball games.  Chunk from The Goonies did not eat his weight in Godfather pizza.

But DC Superheroes did have their own cookbook.