Kevin and I went to pick up Luke from his girlfriend Amy’s house after dinner. Our route home took us within blocks of the Vedanta Society.
“That’s where my swami is!” I said, pointing to some treetops barely visible above a freeway ramp.
“That’s ‘where my swami is?!?’” Kevin smiled that gloaty smile. “I wish I’d had a tape that I could have played for you before we ever moved here: ‘No, really, this is what you’re going to say to me seven years from now’ - you never would have believed me. You would have told me to get out of the car.”
He was having a good time over on his side of the car.
But, who could argue?
18 October 2006