“The mayor is spooked. He reminds me a bit of a guy in a room with the walls and ceiling closing in on him.”
– The mayor’s Blue Suit talking with Josh Resnek
By JOSH RESNEK
The mayor scored his worst showing in 14 years last week. He knows it wasn’t a good showing. It worries him. On the other hand, he came in first, and that allowed him to sigh a big breath of relief.
I picked up the mayor’s Blue Suit Tuesday afternoon on Elm Street.
He stepped into my Honda Fit.
He was a bit jaunty and ebullient.
He was smiling and finishing off a Milky Way candy bar. He smacked his lips with the last bite.
“Boy, that was good,” he said.
“What’s got you going today? I can sense you’re feeling pretty good,” I asked him.
He started in on my car as usual.
“When are you going to get rid of this piece of aging junk?
Carlo drives a Mercedes. It isn’t his but at least it’s a Mercedes,” the Blue Suit said to me.
“I’m not Carlo,” I answered.
“That’s for sure,” the Blue Suit said to me.
“What the hell do you mean by that?” I asked the Blue Suit. “Just what I said. There’s only one Carlo,” he added emphatically.