Where's Waldo?
by David James
Over his usual ham sandwich and skim milk for lunch Uncle Waldo used to always say, “Going out in the dead of night without a flashlight is dangerous.” But I knew what I was doing. After dark, I'd slip out and sneaker on down the path to take a dip in a neighbor's pool. Waldo was not my uncle. He was my mother's boyfriend. His name was not Waldo. It was Wallace. But, Waldo it was to the neighborhood gossip crones. Sometimes I snagged up on the similarity of the two names and blurted out, “Wallace”. Mom would go, “Shh!”.
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Pretty mysterious . fv*
How do you suppose Waldo knew so damn much about going out in the dark without a flashlight. Just wondering.*
Love this, David.
Where's Waldo? Provocative little piece. *
It tells more of a story in just this little paragraph than many have that have been told in pages. Nice work, David.
Thank you.
Like very much.
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A big thanks to you all. A really appreciate that you took time to read this little thing.
Isn't it funny how many boyfriends we had to call "uncle." Like on Mad Men, Don Draper had to call some man "Uncle Max." That ends up being confusing to us kids and doesn't fool the neighbor ladies one bit.
Good little sketch.