rowing up in a large city was quite adventurous. New York City
is composed of five boroughs, most of which is connected with public transportation.
As a spunky teenager, I was quite the curious type, and one of my favorite activities was
to explore new places. I would take along whoever wanted to come. Often times, this
person would be another kid named David Chan. If there was ever a "Lewis and
Clark" team of the 80’s, we were it. At the time, I was about 14 and he
was about 12 years old.
We had heard of a free concert being held in Central Park of an old band of two people being reunited. Inquiring more deeply, we found out that it was none other than Simon & Garfunkel. Being mostly attracted to Heavy Metal at the time, we regarded this as a probably a small affair, but decided to investigate nonetheless. After all, this could amount to a lot of fun.
The weekend arrived and we prepared to journey off to Manhattan to witness the reunion of Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel. The concert started at six o’clock, so we figured that we should probably arrive at five thirty. What would we do with ourselves if we arrived too early? Obviously, we had underestimated the popularity these two people had. There must have been thousands among thousands of people attending this show. I guess Simon & Garfunkel wasn’t just some frivolous singing duo that graced the front of my sister’s album collection. When we arrived at the scene, we figured we could just worm our way up toward the stage. The only problem was that there was a just a sea of people everywhere, that we could not even tell where the stage was. We walked around for a bit, seeking a clue of which direction to head. I remember growing a little anxious cause the crowd grew thicker and thicker. There were all sorts of people everywhere. We walked around people as they walked around us. We dodged left and right, sometimes even over people. We tried going under, but that didn’t seem like such a good idea. We seemed to do alright otherwise.
After the worm-like performance of slinking our way into the crowd, the music finally started. People started cheering everywhere. I turned around to chant along with David, but to my surprise, he was gone. At first, I thought he was hiding from me. Then, I realized he just wasn’t around. I grew scared and wandered around for a few hours looking for him, but this came to no success. What I am about to tell you is absolutely true, and today I am still amazed. There must have been over a hundred thousand people there and David’s sense of intuition and direction had always been pretty strong, so I wasn’t too worried about him. Among all those people, he had managed to find my older sister and her boyfriend. They all enjoyed the show together.
Today, when I see "Mentos" commercials on television, I think of David Chan.
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