Waldo in NY

Author: Sam

You can’t find absolutely everything in New York, but if you try, you can always find something that’s pretty close to what you’re looking for.  Sometimes it’s the search that’s the only thing that matters, the process of gathering clues together, and thinking about what will happen when the day comes.  It can become a kind of obsession, and some of these, if they are invoked voluntarily, and with a heavy dose of good humor, can be more fun than a real obsession.  They can also work to keep that strange reptilian part of the mind occupied, convinced that it’s doing something enormously important.  

Except sometimes, for me, I get carried away, even when it’s clearly just a game.  I was at a party and someone was talking about Where’s Waldo, and I remembered being in the Where’s Waldo Fan Club very briefly.  I understand it was only a club for a year.  They said something about how difficult it would be to find the character in New York, because there are too many people.  Also, it seemed unlikely that anyone would decide to dress up like Where’s Waldo there, because it seems as though it might be an extraordinarily risky thing to do.  So I booked a hotel here and set off for the Big Apple.

It has changed a lot in the past few years, and it actually does seem like a place where you could dress like anything, and no one would mind, and these days, perhaps not even hassle you.  It’s a different city than I remember, but that’s always been true.  I started looking, but before I could make any headway, I got lost in my own thoughts.  I was reflecting on the appeal of Waldo to me, and how I always like matching games when I was little.  There was something about that in this.  And it also seemed significant in how my own sense of balance has shifted to discover that, when I did see Waldo it didn’t surprise me at all.

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