“Carlo wants everyone to think he’s turned into a powder puff.”– The mayor’s Blue Suit to Josh Resnek
By JOSH RESNEK
I picked up the Blue Suit a few blocks away from the mayor’s mansion on Abbott Avenue. It was Tuesday afternoon on a partly cloudy early summer day.
The Blue Suit waved for me to pull over. He was standing on the sidewalk on Elm Street. I came to a stop in front of him. He opened the passenger side door and sat down. He slammed shut the door.
“Let’s go. Let’s go. Let’s get out of here. I don’t want Carlo to see me with you. He is so uptight and paranoid. I can’t stand it.”
I pressed down on the accelerator. We darted forward. We took off on our weekly jaunt around the city.
The Blue Suit lit a Marlboro.
“You want one?” he asked me.
“You know I don’t smoke,” I answered. “You shouldn’t be smoking either. Bad for your health.”
“Open the window, please,” I demanded. “I hate the cigarette smoke.”
“Get a life, Josh. I’m just smoking a cigarette.”
He opened the window. We passed the police station. I turned right onto Ferry Street.
“Funny thing. I was just thinking. You know how you like to call the mayor’s house the mansion…well, I’ve got a story about the builder of the mansion. I still feel sorry for that guy. I think he was from East Boston. The mayor stiffed him.”Continue reading — Eye on Everett —