An Everett resident, Dominic Guglieme, encountered the Blue Suit last week. This is a report of what went on between them when they met, in Gugliemi’s words.
Editorial staff:
I am writing this letter to document my recent encounter with Everett’s most famous article of clothing, the Mayor’s Blue Suit.
For some time, not unlike most people, I had dismissed the suit as an editorial contrivance or the product of Josh Resnek’s whimsical fancy.
I am ready to admit that I was wrong.
Early last week, I sat down to tie my shoe near the River Green Park. As I stood up, I turned to see the Blue Suit. I blinked. I shook my head. I tried to dismiss what I was seeing.
It was the Blue Suit. In the cloth.
“Excuse me,” the Blue Suit said to me.
I tried to ignore what I was seeing and hearing, assuming, hoping that it was the product of caffeine and Benadryl built up in my system. Either that, or I was simply going mad.
“Excuse me,” the Blue Suit repeated.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Do you know what time it is?” he asked.
I told the Blue Suit that it was about 2 p.m. (Surely, I thought myself, this was a hallucination, caused by the post-lunch slump.)
“Can I help you?” I inquired.
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