We Salute You, Jay Zubricky
In my dog days of boyhood, I shared the warmth of the summer months with pure bread Polish grandparents who proudly prepared authentic dinners on a daily basis. Unfortunately, I despise Polish cuisine, therefor stubbornly maintaining a diet of strictly saltine crackers. Routinely I would make innumerable trips to a kitchen cabinet, which above hung a sign that I childishly absorbed as humorous only later to realize that, when stripped of it’s hilarity, presents a notion of sincere truth. I’m paraphrasing here, but I believe it squawked something to the matter of, “Behind Every Man Stands a Woman Kicking Him in the Ass” — subsequently leading to a giggle, a nibble, a giggle, a nibble… Now, in my early twenties, I reflect upon this sign with a realization that no matter how distinctly-talented any particular individual may internally believe themselves to be, there exists an essential, completely necessary call for guidance. For leadership independent[...]
