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The Blue Suit tells no lies; The past is stone, it stands forever


By JOSH RESNEK 

The Blue Suit and I had quite a discussion earlier this week. Incredible, really!

The Blue Suit said he had been looking back, and that I should look back, too, when it comes to his owner, the mayor.

“If trouble was money, the mayor would be a multi-millionaire, instead of losing his donut shops,” the Blue Suit began. “Before I begin, I want you to know what agony it is when he wears me, when he sits down on me like a lump, grinding and crushing the bottoms of my pants, and terrifying me when gets up and then sits down again and again. Not only does he hurt me but he is destroying me…the way he destroys people,” The Blue Suit said.

“When he’s sweating and eating, dropping food all over me, it’s worse. Generally, I hang in the closet praying to God he doesn’t wear me. That’s why the Coronavirus has been so good for me. He’s going around in his jeans and sweatshirt. He’s a got a big collection of those. You know, hoodies and crumpled jeans. He’s got a collection of footwear, sneakers and running shoes. Boy, I feel so sorry for the shoes. If one day he gets rid of me, you’ll hear plenty from his sneakers. What stories they can tell about trying to survive when he’s stomping round wearing them!”

“So what’s up?” I asked the Blue Suit.

“I’m going to lay out a story to you that could serve as evidence in a court room trial if you put all the pieces together,” the Blue Suit said.

“He had just bought me when a string of events happened. It was some of the scariest stuff I lived through with him. He came very close to being … well, you know,” the Blue Suit said to me.

“No, I don’t know,” I said to him.

“What are you talking about? Listen to me. If you are too up tight to tell me this story, then don’t.”

“I have to tell you this story because it is a story that has not ended. It is a present for people like you that keeps on giving,” the Blue Suit said.

“Go on. Take your time. Don’t make anything up, please.” “OK. There was an incident between him and an employee at one of his donut shops. Terrible things went on between him and the employee. She called the police. A five page police report was written up. It was a terrible afternoon,” The Blue suit recalled.

“What was so bad?” I asked. “He didn’t stab anyone, did he?” I asked.

“He threatened the employee with a sharp weapon. He did things that aren’t right at all. Anyway, a criminal complaint was filed against him. A judge heard the case. The woman was represented by prominent attorneys from the law firm that later represented Steve Wynn!” he said to me.

“What happened?”

“The case was settled. A big payment was made. I’ve heard him talk about it. The company that owns his donut shops paid the settlement. First the civil case was settled and then the criminal action was dropped. He was very lucky. But here’s the deal. When Wynn came along and hired the law firm, they already knew about the mayor and his past history, and of his tendencies.”

“So what’s the big deal about that?” I asked the Blue Suit.

“Well, one of the law firm’s major domos – a former governor and federal prosecutor – not only did he aid in getting Wynn the license to place the casino in Everett, but then the mayor hired that lawyer and that same law firm to represent the city in a lawsuit to get more taxes out of Exelon for the energy production facility along the Everett shore- line.”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“Can’t you se the collusion there? Come on, Josh. You’re supposed to be smart.”

“The mayor has already handed these guys almost $2 million in legal fees for that Exelon suit,” he said.

“Don’t you get it Josh? He pays the legal firm to protect him and the mayor pays them back through the Everett city treasury,” the Blue Suit Said.

“Are you certain of this?” “I am dead certain,” the Blue Suit said.

“One last thing, Josh.” “Yes,” I said.

“There is a five page police report still floating around from the original incident detailing everything,” the Blue Suit said to me.

“You ought to get that. A lot of people would like to read it,” he said.

“How do you know I don’t already have it?” I asked.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the Blue Suit replied.

“He’d pay a lot to get it from you I bet.”

“He can’t buy me like that,” I added.

At this moment the Blue Suit hard the mayor heading for the closet.

“Josh, I got to go!”

“Talk with you soon, buddy,” I said.

“Don’t let him wear you out!” I added.

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