We saw a huge temple rising out of a rural field on highway 11, just outside Binghamton, NY.
The monks invited us to lunch, where Kevin promptly blurted out how nice their prayer was before the meal. One monk, Chuan (the “small monk,” as he called himself), looked up and said, “We’re only half finished.”
Chuan asked Kevin if he would send orange Ken and Kevin ski caps (yes, we do have caps) because they always wear orange caps with their robes.
So at least we “got that going for us!”