Fashion is not my strong point. I have two rumpled suits (a grey and a blue), a few nice ties only thanks to my mother’s intervention, and a single pair of work shoes that were so worn out that my Council colleague Barry Fertel recently felt compelled to buy me a gift certificate for a new pair. So when the Junior League invited me and several other mayors from the sound shore area to participate in a charity fashion show, I was a little uncertain.

I needn’t have worried. It ended up being a fun departure from my regularly-scheduled life. They dressed me up in the nicest, best-fitting suit I’ve ever worn. (The handkerchief was a bit much, but when in Rome . . .) And then they marched me out for a solo turn on the runway. I had a goofy grin on my face the whole time and probably looked like a complete fool, but everyone was nice about it.

The unquestioned highlight of my evening was a chance to have my photo taken with the national-caliber New Rochelle High School cheerleaders, who were on-hand to provide some entertainment.

Alas, I do not get to keep the suit.