Three temples

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I’d never been to Thai Temple before, but a friend visiting from Louisiana said we could meet there. I got it together to find parking a block away and found her and a couple of others sitting and talking, having already eaten. There, worship might’ve been about the catching up and small talk or the small bills slipped to the woman who initially asked me for salt to season her food and eventually admitted she was homeless, or even the restraint practiced when a small white Opie-looking preteen behind a fence saw me walk past him and called out “Hey homie!”

They raise some bold little Biebers in Berkeley. At his age, I wouldn’t have dared sing out some salutation to strangers on a street. At my age, I know enough to bite my tongue and not respond with “You don’t know me like that.” With my luck, the police officer who’d rolled past a minute or two later and told a couple exiting their car to fix how they were using parking space would have seen me talk to the kid and taken umbrage.

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I got in my car and drove north along MLK and east along Cedar and north along Euclid, parking by Eunice and turning off the engine. The hills were full of cyclists and Sunday-paper readers and stroller-pushing athleisure wearers, some stopping by the nearby Rose Garden or descending into glorious Codornices Park.I walked down the main path and stood around for a while, but the couple visiting from back East were about fifteen minutes late. Still, they showed up and we talked for about half an hour after surveying the picnic tables and themed parties around us about things had been for us both and what had changed. Then I wished them well and went to Oakland.

I walked down the main path and stood around for a while, but the couple visiting from back East were about fifteen minutes late. Still, they showed up and we talked for about half an hour after surveying the picnic tables and themed parties around us about things had been for us both and what had changed. Then I wished them well and went to Oakland.

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By the waters of Lake Merritt, I stood outside a building for a while until I got invited in. There, a friend in town from the other end of the state was throwing a gathering. I didn’t know I needed to be there until I got there. I said hello to the other person there, and we all just sang and talked and tried to be creative and alive and thoughtful and present. When that ended with a pick-up in uptown and a drop-off in Alameda, I realized what meeting all those traveling friends and others had been like.

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