Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for July 20, 2017

He should have a drink with Flat Stanley.

Time for a change of attire.

So? Where is he? I don’t get it.

He’s just not the same without the old crowd.

He’s a lot bigger now, how would you spot him?….He was a skinny dude…Besides, the bartender may not have “Read” the books….

Guy’s Bar, huh? Do they even have a Ladies Night?

Sneakiest thing he did was changing his name when he crossed the pond!

Who is waldo and why is he running away from home?

Waldo is a town in Indiana known for making red and white striped stocking caps.

Looks like it’s from Where’s Waldo, by Martin Handford, a ‘look for the clues’ travel series much like the late and unlamented by me at least Pokemon Go game.

If I were an actual Waldo, I think I’d be hiding out in a comfortable bar, too.

A land line….?

A remote manipulator, also known as a telefactor or telemanipulator is called a waldo.

Was not really there. Just like Don T.

Glory days

They’ll pass you by…

Last time I ever ‘saw’ Waldo, he was hidden in a mass of people on a coffee cup. He showed up when you put something hot in the cup. Maybe if the bartender threw something hot on him here? Ya think??

I like this one.

I wonder if Waldo drinks to forget (where he is) ?

The previous last time I saw Waldo, it was another artist’s use of him.

I’m thinking not many here have spent much time in a real neighborhood bar. There’s always a few guys that forget to go home when they should. That’s when the missus calls. The bartender tends to cover for his patrons telling her that ’he’s not here’ or ‘he just left.’ Occasionally, they get busted by a wife with a cell phone standing outside….

Never been there, but have driven by a bar actually named: He’s Not Here. I’m guessing they answer their phone, "He’s not here….’

Where’s Waldo?… lost in the sauce!

I’m guessing that Waldo doesn’t have a tracker app on his phone, nor does he have a cel phone at all

Reminds me of a bartender, who, while he wouldn’t outright lie for you, would give you a pretty close second, for the old: " If that call’s for me….I’m not here " customer’s plea.

He would turn his back to the customer and say to the caller " Mr. Linguist ? No…. I don’t see him at the moment…but when I see him. I’ll be happy to give him your message. "

That bartender earned a lot of tips, by the way.

Unlike children – neither seen, nor heard.