Everybody loves a superhero. Some gals love Superman. For others, it’s Batman. But the Rubberbandman is the only superhero for me. A few years after the Spinners came out with their hit, “Rubberbandman,” I married him. We just celebrated out 35th Anniversary.
In 1977, on my first day of college, this tall, skinny, big-haired guy at the college registration desk handed me my class schedule. Only later did I find out he’d memorized my number, and for three weeks proceeded to spy on me like 007.
Every Friday night, at the school’s disco, he asked me to dance. To be honest, it was raining boys for this former wallflower and at first I didn’t notice the consistency. Then, I realized this same tall guy always seemed to snag me for a slow dance.
A few months later, his friend fixed us up on a “blind” date. After that, the superhero traits began to surface. I started setting the alarm for 6:00 a.m. (unnatural!) so that I could “run into” him at breakfast. He was so funny, crazy smart, and a great listener. He had this incredible positive energy that left no room for inhibition. Even when he laughed, he gave it his all. It was addictive and still is. His piercing blue gaze on me made me feel I was the only girl in the cafeteria-heck-the world!
At first the Rubberband Man comparison was mainly physical. He had these long legs and arms, and took up more than his share of dance space with his long legs and arms and danced with six foot three inches of uninhibited joy and confidence. I remember thinking, He’s the Rubberbandman!
“Hey ya’ll prepare yourself for the Rubberbandman
You never heard a sound
Like the Rubberband Man
You’re bound to lose control
When the Rubberband starts to jam.”
Thank God that with every instinct I possessed, I recognized how rare he was. Being with him made me feel like anything was possible; I could leap high buildings in a single bound, even follow my dream of becoming a published author! No matter how lofty the goal, we could meet it together. So I married him.
Thirty-five years later, the comparison to Rubberbandman goes way beyond the physical. Throughout the years, he’s been that Rubberbandman: no matter what life throws at him, he bounces back with grace and good humor. Every day his joyful strength buoys and supports me. His flexibility and kindness have made the toughest of days endurable. And he’s still got this positive energy that makes everyone around him feel good.
Through the years, his positive energy and joy of life have seen him through trials that would test any superhero. In 2010, leukemia hit him like a runaway train, and he did everything in his power to set it back on track, adapting to his new normal with flexibility and strength. Now, a few years after a double cord blood transplant, he sacrifices his time and precious energy to help other people who’ve been through the same trials, on an individual and national basis. And there’s no one else I’d rather dance through life with. Take a listen and grab some good vibes from the “Rubberbandman.” I know I do.
Most of all, Happy Anniversary to my Superhero.
She spent her childhood running wild on an Idaho mountainside. Although she’s lived across the U.S., she is still an Idahoan at heart and a notorious potato pusher. She has a degree in Human Services and worked as a roofer, a hoofer, a computer data entry operator and a stay-at-home mom.
Music has ruled Jennifer’s world since birth. She shimmied out of the womb with a bad case of Boogie Fever, but soon fell in love with the lyrics, how the words fit together perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle. Jennifer has dreamt of writing romances since reading Wuthering Heights at the tender age of twelve, and now lives that dream, using music on a daily basis to uplift and inspire her writing. It’s no coincidence that Ian, the hero in Mercy of the Moon, uses music to win heroine Maggie’s heart.
She lives in rural Florida with her husband and Great Dane puppy, and enjoys frequent visits from her three grandchildren and three grown children. She feverishly lobbies for the return of breeches and would really love to see her husband of thirty-five years in a pair. Jennifer can be found online at: JenniferTaylorWrites.com