The first weekend in August brought us to the annual Obon services at my family's temple in Waipahu. It was Katie's
second, and the first one in three years that Jen was able to attend. As usual the crowd spilled out of the building, even with the two dozen or so people who opted out of the ceremony to check out the sumi-e exhibit in Ozawa Hall. It was a debut of sorts for the church's new permanent minister, and he was understandably nervous, but the congregation was very forgiving and clearly happy to have found him.