I recently met a person who met Sriman Jayananda Prabhu and worked with him. His name is Lance, an elderly welder/stained-glass artist who was part of the San Francisco hippie scene in 1968. I met Lance early last year in downtown San Juan, Puerto Rico, right in the middle of the tourist district. Though I wasn’t dressed in devotional clothes, I had full tilak on. He recognized my tilak. As best as I can recall, here’s how our conversation went:
Lance: Hey, are you from the temple up in Gurabo?
