Superman and the Munsters

I am now destined for regular fraudulent and hilarious communication. We've recently had two such communications at The Orchard Church.

First, this one:

This name was written in our guestbook right after a recent service. I had met all the visitors that day, and I knew that I had never come across a Jim, or a Mr. Bissell. And, by goodness, I stood in my secretary's office, reading the name out loud saying, "This sounds like one of those Simpsons prank phone call names, like 'Amanda Hugenkiss' but I can't figure it out!" So I told the secretary to send out a welcome letter . . . just in case.

I should have been tipped off by the Munster's address, 1313 Mockingbird Lane.

Sigh. I hope we gave the post office a good laugh.

Have you figured it out?

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Second, this one was in the offering last weekend:

The text reads:
I am forced to hide my identity to protect those I care about. I've even been forced to wear glasses so no one recognizes me. I don't even need glasses! I also, for some reason, have to wear a strange blue & red outfit when I am saving the world. Pray for Lois & I.
Thanks,
Superman (crossed out)
Clark