“Good Evening” said the guy in the orange robe

     A week later I headed back to the class. I removed my shoes, walked inside and was startled by a man in an orange robe who politely said, “Good Evening”. I replied “Good Evening” back, and walked into the meditation hall. I looked for more orange robes. Perhaps I didn’t get the memo on the new dress code? No, there were no orange robes, just the same group as last time. As we started preparing for meditation, I kept a wary eye out for the orange robes. It was going to take an introduction before I would see any arrive.