Boddhi is the cranky old guy in the tumbledown gingerbread house
with the junk-strewn lawn on the weedy edge of town.
He chases the kids away, and keeps a shotgun (empty) and a surly mastiff
(toothless) to push the point. His opinions nearly always fly
in the face of prevailing orthodoxy and are couched in weird language;
the trouble is that he's turned out to be right so often that citizens
endowed with long memory think twice before putting him down on an issue.
As for pen-l's own Boddhi, aside from the too-personal edge on his
comments to and about Louis, which he ought to apply his own wisdom to,
I'm glad that he's here.
valis
