This is a story about being invisible, or about being so completely visible that no one can see you, like a lamp post at noon. Or, perhaps it’s a story about a blue suit or about rock and roll. But I doubt it.
Many years ago, I was in Boston on a business trip. I took a cab to my hotel after an afternoon meeting and was interested to see a great many young adults and elderly teens walking quickly in the same direction. They all seemed to be part of a counter-culture, non-conformist crowd since they wore indistinguishable jeans, shirts and hair styles.
The doorman at the hotel told me that they all were heading to a free rock concert that was about to start in an outdoor amphitheater just a few blocks away. So I followed the crowd, even though I was wearing attire that was completely conformist, which meant that it was strikingly unlike what everyone else wore.