Jason and the Naked Buddha


Fifteen years ago I was living in Jamaica Plain (a Boston neighborhood). Didn’t have a car. Didn’t need one.

I was walking on Williams Street, making my way to the grocery store, when I came across a small crowd standing in a yard that was full of things for sale.

They were for sale because Jason, an artist, was selling off his possessions and moving to the Netherlands. I looked around for something to buy. Something small that would fit in my back pack.

Instead, I spotted something completely impractical. Delightfully so. It looked like a fireplace screen. But it was a bed. An old hospital bed that Jason had found and painted in the Bloomsbury style.

I had just enough money on me to buy the bed. Groceries would have to wait.

Someone with a truck volunteered to drive me and my new bed home. We’ve been together ever since.

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Jason is back in Boston, now. His Buddha lives in Florida. Couldn’t take the winters any more.

Alas, Buddha suffered a slight mishap on the move down. A long shallow scratch. Starting at his chest and ending … in a painful spot. But I think he’s okay. Still as serene as ever.NB close up

Note: I’m participating in the  A to Z Blogging Challenge for 2016.


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