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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 102 of 307 drunk. There were a dozen men living near the cantina whom everyone called Borracho. When I got back to Utah, I realized the only memories I had from my entire mission that meant anything to me' were the times I had spent with the Buddha of Oaxaca. And one day I heard him saying, "Calmate, Nefilito." He had first said it to me in person when I asked him, in Spanish, "What am I doing here?" And he said, "Calmate, Nefilito. Estas aqui porque estas aqui." You are here because you are here. Was this the drunken, drowsy response of a wet-brained sot? Or was there something more? If I could believe that a man had been guided by an Angel to golden tablets buried in the ground, and that then the tablets were taken away by the Angel (If the Angel could take them, why bury them in the first place?) why could I not believe that there was something more, here and now? The traffic thinned out on the 80 West and I was delighted when the last of the buildings vanished into the horizon at my rear and all there was in front of me was salt and sky. This part of 80 West is really like driving across the surface of some flat white barren planet. I had made this drive before, and I sometimes saw my twin hitch hiking next to the side of this long stretch of road. Maybe it was all this white, and all this sun but sometimes my eyes |