Not exactly Bette Davis eyes

Francis X. Suarez — the eyes have it.

    I once attended a formal dinner at the capital house of the governor of the Province of Santiago In the Dominican Republic. There were a great many of us, all attendees of the United Nations “Poverty in the Caribbean” conference. I represented the US Virgin Islands.

    We walked up the majestic marble steps on the slightly threadbare red carpet runner to be greeted at the door by underlings of the big man. Prior to our entering the high mahogany doors we were scrutinized individually by two men on either side of the entrance. They made us uncomfortable looking deeply into our eyes as we passed. I made it through, though … well, never mind.

    Afterwards, I was told by one of our local guides those men were looking for killers. Supposedly they could tell by the eyes. I know that look. I’ve seen it before. In fact, each of them had the kind of eyes they were looking for. It takes one to know one, I guess.

    Anyway, the first time I caught a good look at Miami Mayor Francis X, Suarez it reminded me of that time in the D.R. — something in the eyes. I doubt they would have let him in.