So, I am now temporarily in Tennessee, where I shall rest and recuperate before the big haul to California. My family is used to me leaving by now, so I don’t get a lot of guff when I make a departure. This is just what I do. We’ve all made peace with it.

Except for my great aunt, who tried every guilt trip she had in her, and didn’t seem persuaded by the argument that I would be miserable if I stayed in the tiny, lame-ass town where I grew up. She even uttered the words, “I’m old. I might never see you again.” I love her, but, damn, was that really necessary?

Then, Noah, the six-year-old nephew, said, “You have to leave?” And I said yeah. And he asked why. So I said “You know how you love the Power Rangers? Well, let’s say you had a chance to be a Power Ranger, but you had to move to China to do it. Wouldn’t you want to move to China and be a Power Ranger.” He nodded, but still had the sad puppy eyes, so I then uttered what will from here on out be known as ‘the phrase that locked me into the action movie lifestyle for all of eternity.’

I said, “Hey, maybe I’ll be in a Power Rangers movie.”

Like a Mexican wrestler, the boy jumped all over that. He was sure to inform me that a TV show would be fine too. My costume will be orange, because he told me I could be whatever color I wanted to be and orange is my favorite color.

So, please, someone with power and influence and some sort of connection to the Power Rangers franchise, cast me in a Power Rangers movie stat or I am going to be a severe source of disappointment, regardless of what else I might accomplish.

On a positive note, at least now I have a very specific focus.