At the Dining Table with a Monk

Closely trimmed hair, eyes clear and interested, he sits in the chair barefoot, camo shorts and a brown t-shirt that reads "Honolulu" (orange robes in a messenger bag on the back of his bicycle). He tells me about guiding others in meditation and his meeting at Starbucks in half an hour, verifying his faith in playing tennis with his dad. The culture of West and East clashing noiselessly.