Costa Rica's Stories: Tales from the Hot Tropics

Some years ago, the author of these columns was sitting in a Zen monastery in California, blissfully meditating, when someone slipped a folded note, underneath his cushion. The note had the word "Help", and no other information, except for an email address. When he wrote to the email address, to inquire as to what "Help", exactly, was needed, he received only the response, "Thank you." Two days later he received a second email advising him that someone of importance had greatly enjoyed read...