The third graders put on a short version of The Nutcracker tonight. In one of the dances, the kids wore tea cups on their heads, reminding me of the last time I saw Ross K.
Ross is a friend of my wife's parents, and, at dinner a couple of years ago, right before Ross went into a nursing home for Alzheimer's patients, he ate his dessert with his coffee cup sitting on his head.
In Japan, Zen is practiced mainly by old people who have finished their work in the world and can afford to be more spontaneous than the rest of us. In Japan, Ross might have become a Zen Master. Here, he ended up in a room with a poster of a bookcase covering his door so he wouldn't walk out.