The following column is written without notes, without evidence, without camera work, without witnesses and without interviewing anyone but the Blue Suit.
And what the Blue Suit relates actually happened – and if you don’t think so, then talk with him the next time you see him. Truth be known, the Blue Suit was taking his lunch earlier this week at Oliveira’s with its owner, Wilton Rangel when Rangel got a cell phone call.
“Excuse me, I’ve got to take this,” Rangel told the Blue Suit, pointing to his iPhone.
“Of course. Do what you have to do. I’m fine,” the Blue Suit answered.
Rangel disappeared for about 15 minutes. During that time, the Blue Suit filled his plate twice, about $30 worth of barbecued chicken, sausage, lamb and sirloin, and several big scoops of creamy mashed potatoes and a part of his plate was filled with salad. He devoured his food as he tends to do.
Out of the blue, Rangel appeared.
“Hey, come with me. I want to introduce you to two of my friends,” Rangel asked the Blue Suit.
The Blue Suit pushed aside his empty plate, stood up from his chair, stepped away from the table and walked two steps behind Rangel through the kitchen, and then into a hidden space behind a secret door in the back of the restaurant. Rangel stepped jauntily down the wooden stairway. The Blue Suit kept up with him.
They entered a room without windows, but all done up nicely with heavy wood paneling, comfortable leather chairs and subdued lighting.
They walked through that room. They came into another comfortable space where right there, seated at a table just in front of a fireplace with a roaring fire, the Blue Suit noticed immediately two of the most highly recognizable figures in the United States chatting.
The Blue Suit approached the couple.
“They turned their heads and looked him over.
“Oh wow,” Travis Kelce said to Taylor Swift. “It’s the Blue Suit! Hey man, give me five. I’ve heard so much about you” Swift said to the Blue Suit.
The Blue Suit and Taylor Swift traded a very hearty high five. The Blue Suit gushed.
“Taylor, let me officially introduce you to the Blue Suit,” Kelce said to Swift. She was right there in the basement of Oliveira’s with me and the Blue Suit and Travis Kelce and Rangel.
So we all sat there in the secret room in the basement of Oliveira’s.
Boy can Kelce eat. Swift took a few tastes of a steady stream of food plates brought into the room by Oliveira’s wait staff.
The Blue Suit asked Kelce how he and Taylor were getting along.
“How we doing, honey?” Kelce asked Swift. Then they embraced and kissed for about 45 seconds. It looked like very serious deep kissing to the Blue Suit with Kelce and Swift embracing and seeming to want to swallow one another.
What a scene!
Meeting Taylor Swift and NFL star Kelce in the basement of Oliveiras.
Reminded me of the great meeting I had with Mick Jagger many years back when he and I ate at the New Bridge Café in Woodlawn. That was during the late 1980’s when Jagger came to Chelsea to meet Chic Corea, the late great jazz musician who grew up in Chelsea and Everett.
The Blue Suit asked Kelce and Swift a pointed question.
“Are you guys going to have kids?” he asked.
Swift and Kelce both shared a laugh and a hearty hug at hearing that question. Then they began kissing again heavily.
“Yeah. I bet we could have kids right here this afternoon if we were left alone for enough time!” Kelce joked with the Blue Suit when they stopped kissing and he came up for air.
Now he and Swift fell to the floor kissing and embracing and they were making a lot of noise and becoming really engaged, and then Kelce helped Swift out of her red sweater – the one she’s been wearing when appearing at Chief’s games in the owner’s box.
The Blue Suit turned his head away.
He said to me: “I think we better get out of here. I think they might have taken me seriously about having kids.”
Rangel walked us back upstairs.
We were completely knocked out.
“They’re very serious about one another,” Rangel told us.
“You’re lucky you got out of there before…well…do I have to give you more details?” he asked.
“I think we get it,” I said to Rangel.
As I drove the Blue Suit back to Elm Street, we were both coming down from our introductions to Kelce and Swift.
“Can you imagine that?” I asked the Blue Suit.
“Yes I can, Josh. It really happened.”
“Think about it,” he insisted, “Think about meeting Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce in the basement at Oliveiras.”
‘What a thing. What a thing, indeed. Who’d believe it?” the Blue Suit said.