Suit on an Empty Chair takes place in the 1960s in a town near Bunker Hill, haunt of the battle cry for American independence and a moderate bridge walk from downtown Boston.

Jack Taylor, nearly thirty, a junior accountant for a small Main Street firm, has rifled for a decade through file drawers in windowless basements, glumly accounting for client gains and losses. Jack respects yet dislikes his profession which, for sheer dullness and lack of serious consideration from senior partners, has him on a predictably steady treadmill to nowhere.

Mildly presumptuous about his profession’s prestige, mindful of his training and spousal and parental responsibilities, Jack labors in the name of career and a white-bread home life. His family -- weary wife, Suzanne, two toddler girls and a baby boy -- has outgrown the grimy urban apartment near his office, the only affordable option given Jack’s junior earnings, and no match for his in-laws’ roomy, classic, colonial home in leafy, suburban Amesbury to the north.

Abject conformity to dreadful routine and dubious expectations inspires Jack’s escape from monotony through fantastic and inappropriate behavior.