Looking For The Buddha

Life lessons from my dad.

Photo by Leonard Laub on Unsplash

I was pacing and smoking in my mother’s Bakersfield, California back yard. I was on the phone with my dad. We had already been talking about nothing and everything for a couple of hours.

I’m not sure how the topic of heinous chores came up. It did, though and twisted around to doing dishes. Neither he nor I enjoyed doing dishes. He had a sinkful of dishes…