Okay, okay. I’ll tell you. It’s the Dalai Lama. I sat in a meeting last night, and he was less than five miles away, blessing people and receiving gifts of white scarves, a bowl of milk, a handful of barley, and song and dance.
Tomorrow, I’ll be in Pasadena again. This time, I’ll stop by his hotel. Even if I don’t get to see him (because that could require standing in the lobby for hours), I’ll drop my gift for him—some words I’ve collected over time—at the front desk. I’ve called and the guy I spoke to said he couldn’t tell me whether or not the Dalai Lama was staying at that hotel, and whether or not a gift I leave would reach him. Oh well, they’re just words…I won’t be out much!