Though there were many contenders, the most delightful sight I saw today was a gigantic stuffed bear perched in the rafters of an upscale Manhattan indoor market. In a carefully curated space, the bear was completely out of place. He looked like a construction worker—this is a very recently constructed place—had put him there and forgotten to take him away. Or maybe like the bear had climbed up there out of curiosity and then hadn’t wanted to come down. Or maybe the bear had only been there a few minutes, he’d just climbed up to rest. Maybe the bear was tired from navigating the dense sidewalks of Manhattan and he just needed a break. I can really get that. I get tired of it too, bear. You know, bear, Essex Market is only half a mile or so from the East River, maybe you could plop in and then climb aboard, stowaway-style, on a tugboat or a raft of some kind, and nap until the raft reaches a forest and climb off there. I salute you, bear. I salute you.