The Blue Suit
“I was shocked when I heard the mayor talking on his cell with someone who told him not to take the longevity payment in January because it would lead to trouble.”
– The mayor’s Blue Suit speaking with Josh Resnek
By JOSH RESNEK with THE BLUE SUIT
“I couldn’t believe it. The mayor was told he can’t take the $40,000 longevity payment. I couldn’t believe it again when I watched ECTV’s broadcast of the city council meeting Monday night when the mayor informed the council he would not be taking the $40,000 yearly payment in January. I had to wonder why? Why won’t he be taking the $40,000? But then, I know the mayor so well. I know him like a son or a brother. I can look into his eyes and know exactly how he’s feeling. This I know. If there was any possible way for him to take that payment and put it into his bank account he would have done it. That’s a guarantee. He is not one to give up $40,000 without a fight. Whomever he was speaking with on the cell must have told him that to take the money was to put himself in a jam. Anything other than that wouldn’t have stopped him from taking the payment,” the Blue Suit told me.
“So what happens now?” I asked the Blue Suit.
“By backing away from taking the payment, there are many who will believe that that there was something wrong or fake or hidden, unethical or even illegal about taking it. Let’s face it,” I emphasized to the Blue Suit. “He’s in jam taking it. I think he’s in jam not taking it. And what did you think about Eric Demas’ three page letter to the council” I asked the Blue Suit.
We were again driving around the city checking out Everett inside my beaten up Honda Fit. After several weeks of not running in my backyard, I took it to my favorite mechanic – an old Everett guy and a class act – and he took care of it for me. Now that its running again, I felt that my life inside an old junker had come back to life. Some of us feel very comfortable in beaten up old automobiles like my red Honda I drive. I’m not like the mayor, who needs to be seen in a late model Mercedes. But getting back to Monday night, I was stunned by the mayor’s announcement. I was also stunned by several hundred Capone supporters who packed the council chamber to bid their man a final goodbye. There was no way the mayor was going to get himself involved in that scene. He was nowhere to be seen in the hall that night. Just as well, for him. After all, it didn’t go well for him Monday night.
‘What did you think about the performances of Maria Bus- sell and John Puopolo?” I asked the Blue Suit.
“The mayor nearly lost it watching ECTV listening to them,” he said. “I’ve never been with him when he seemed so bereft. You would have thought someone had cut off his arms or legs without anesthesia. I guess that’s what postponing $40,000 can do to a man like him.”
The Blue Suit lit a Marlboro inside my Honda. OK. I drive a junk car, but I don’t have to put up with the mayor’s Blue Suit stinking up the car with cigarette smoke – which – by the way – I really hate.
“Put it out,” I ordered him. “Put it out or get out of my car,” I told the Blue Suit.
I pulled the car over to the sidewalk on Elm Street and
slammed on the breaks. The Blue Suit heaved forward like a sack of potatoes.
“Are you trying to kill me” he shouted at me.
“Put out the cigarette or get out of my car,” I ordered the Blue Suit.
The Blue Suit blew a cloud of cigarette smoke at me.
I got out of the car. I went to the passenger side door, opened it, grabbed the Blue Suit with both my hands and threw him out of my car. He fell down on the sidewalk.
I got back into the car and started to drive away.
He shouted at me.
I jammed on the brakes again. My Honda Fit came to a screeching stop.
“Please don’t leave without me,” he pleaded.
“You have no idea what it’s like living with the mayor right now. I don’t know where he’s heading. I don’t think he knows where he’s heading.”
“What his problem?” I asked. I also apologized for throw- ing the Blue Suit out of the car.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“I accept your apology, Josh” the Blue Suit replied.
“You know he’s been uptight and distraught since the election,” the Blue Suit said.
“Why can’t he just be happy he won?” I asked. “What’s his problem?”
“Other things,” the Blue Suit replied.
‘What other things?” I asked.
“I don’t know?”