It has always been my idea of the right color for a suit,
a good blue suit to wear whatever may come.
Everything seems right with the world when I
wear one and always has since I was just eight years
old and I wore the hand-me-down from my brother
whom I admired because he was older and the one
who always made my Dad proud with whatever he
did. I always knew that if I had a blue suit I’d make
someone proud, and I learned to see everything
through the prism of a blue suit – family photos,
dates, even Dad in his coffin with his boys by
his side and all of us in blue suits – they were
all blue suit moments; they are the way I see my life, the
the way I see everything.