I've been traveling around and spending time at airports. Among other adventures, I clearly saw Waldo at LAX, thus answering the question, "where's waldo?"
Oh, it was Waldo alright. Waldo, with his tall, gangly frame, his unruly hair, his black-framed goggle glasses, his red and white striped shirt and his cargo pants. No smile though, Waldo was serious when I saw him.
I worried about Waldo's lack of good cheer. Then I discovered that he was on the boarding line for a flight to Detroit. That would make anyone serious.
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