Life is a blue suit…

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.