Diggin' The Buddha
October, 2000
As I showed up in Dharamsala, where the Himalayas melt into northeastern India, I didn't know if the Dalai Lama would be there. I checked into a hotel anyway, and I marched down to his monastery.I knowcked on his secretary's door. There was heavy-duty security: metal detectors and machine guns, incongruous alongside the prayer wheels and paintings. I said, "My name is Anthony. I just want to let the Dalai Lama know what an honor it was to play the benefit for the Free Tibet organization.&qu...
