An older man, still tall and vital in manner, crossed the street against the lights while the rest of his lunch party did not. He stood on the other side, looking back, waiting. It felt like a long time, like an entire history was revealing itself in those two minutes. When the light changed and the group, now feeling timid and slightly bullied, began to nervously hurry over to him, the man said, “You see, this is the story of my life, I do something that exhibits leadership, and nobody follows.”
