Small Lessons from a Kei Truck
A guest message by Keith Hopper Novice Buddhist Meets Subtle Mechanical Teacher—Insights Delivered with a Wink Buddhism, a vaguely mysterious element of my childhood, happily included Sansei friends. Their parents were kind, there was a sense of order in their homes and cool machine shops, and an atmosphere of gentle welcome. Fresh pillowcases when I slept over; waves and smiles from the fields, always in the fields in rubber boots. As I considered the IOBT online sangha, I parted with a precious Inspiration Yellow Thunderbird named "Tweety." Well-kept and hard-driven, it was time. Getting in and out became a challenge and a spectacle. In Tweety’s absence, my heart longed for one thing—a Japanese kei (small) truck. My son "diplomatically" conveyed concern and asked about my meds; my daughter was relieved I didn’t buy the hearse (lovely, elegant, with good cargo capacity). Why? Just look. When I park in a row of Corvettes, Mustangs, and mas...