I met a fellow buddhist randomly last nite before my class. perhaps the high point of the evening, or the last moment I can recall feeling relaxed, or "present". WangChuk. From California. Appeared to be latin american/european, though hard to decipher of what origin, esp. with a name like WangChuk. He says that his parents put him in a Nepal monastery at age 6 where he stayed for 10 years. Until recently, he was "illiterate" in both languages. Writes in english only and is taking the memoir class next door to my class. His parents are in the Mahayana Preservation lineage and art part of the movement to bring H.h. to Boston this Fall. He had heard of Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche which was heartening. He pegged me right off the bat for a Buddhist. It was the sandalwood mala. Ah, recognition. Hope his class went better than mine.