In his younger days, Jaracz cut a dashing figure. He stood out as a damn good looking man. His stern gaze turned more than heads.
By contrast, Ray Franz's above average height and stick-out ears gave him a gangly, goofy appearance. Ray would have found out early that what's outside doesn't matter and that it's what's on the inside that counts. Good lookers don't get to realize that - at least not until later years.
It is no coincidence that a man who was so slickly good-looking as Jaracz should choose an award-winning hair dresser as his wife. A man's got to look after his appearance after all. I can see her fussing over his appearance and his weakly fighting off her womanly attentions (Aw shucks!).
I have a bright memory of Jaracz addressing the international convention in Christchurch New Zealand in 1973. He gave an interview to the Christchurch Press newspaper and made the front page with his crisp denunciation of the United Nations and the churches of Christendom. And, with his jet-black, swept back hair, he gave a television interview.
To me, a man that good looking can say anything and do anything and I will follow. With that kind of outlook, it is no wonder sisters looked at me sideways, cutting in to block my access to the few good looking husbands still in the organization.
While I would take my hat off in the presence of Jaracz's hair-stylist wife, I would take far more off for her now deceased man but I draw the line at full compliance to the organization he helped shape and further dehumanize.
