Kamandi is the “Last Boy on Earth,” a post-apocalyptic comic book hero dreamt up by the late/great Jack Kirby, in part to capitalize on the success of the first wave of Planet of the Apes films in the 1970s. The sole survivor of New York City’s last human outpost (named “Command D,” a mantle which was assumed by our hero), Kamandi spends his days exploring the wasteland of an earth crippled by nuclear disaster, trying to find a way to revive civilization.
Which is a roundabout way of saying: I am not the last boy on Earth.
There are times, though, when mind and body become one during a particularly engrossing run or bike ride, when I reach that “state of play” that the late/great George Sheehan described so exhaustively, when nothing else seems to exist save for my feet on the pavement and the horizon in the distance. There are times when I feel like the last boy on Earth, the sole survivor of a world crippled by 14-hour work days, 24-hour news cycles and 30-year mortgages.
This is the story of my journey through the wasteland. This is an account of my attempts at being the best “me” that I can be.
Let’s go play.