He doesn’t believe anyone can beat him.
“No one can beat me,” he says over and over.
– The Mayor’s Blue Suit talking with Josh Resnek
By JOSH RESNEK
A few days back, I picked up the Blue Suit at the end of Abbott Avenue where it meets Elm Street in the early morning. It was snowing. The Blue Suit opened the passenger door. He stepped into my car. He sank into the seat. He let out a huge sigh.
“You OK?” I asked him.
“I’m good,” he answered. “Thank god the mayor went out early. He gives out free time to me the way he likes to throw c-notes around, which is to say, he tosses around c-notes like manhole covers.
“Drive into Woodlawn Cemetery,” the Blue Suit ordered me to do.
He directed me to drive toward the area of the cemetery that borders the back side of Abbott Avenue.
“I can keep an eye on the mayor’s mansion from here,” he said to me.
“What stories I can tell you about what’s gone on inside the mansion,” the Blue Suit added.
“Forget it,” I replied. “I don’t need to hear that stuff. I mean, don’t you think the mayor deserves a bit of privacy from you?”
“Yeah. I guess you’re right,” the Blue said.
We were chatting about this and that, more this than that, when he perked up.
“You know that last trip the mayor took to Aruba?” the Blue Suit asked.Continue reading “— Eye on Everett —”