Disclaimer

WARNING: this book contains descriptions of defecation, the 1970s, and Zen. Sensitive readers may wish to look elsewhere.

I've been vetting disclaimers for the title page of 100 Days on the Mountain, the book I've written about my forest ango. The above draught covers the bases, but I worry some might still sue me for marketing a supposedly Buddhist memoir that's "too country, too prosaic, and too real."

OK… but that's also a succinct summary of my readers.

(Photo of me on the last day, sitting zazen in my meditation shelter, taken by the friend who drove out and picked me up. Note water cup on its designated branch.)