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The year was 1988. President Reagan was busy selling us on something called the SDI program that was supposed to shoot down ICBMs before they could hit us, an impossible dream but the cold war was still going strong.
I was a young Tech Sergeant in the USAF, stationed at the Pentagon after a wonderful eye-opening three year tour in Korea. There I'd spent as much time as I could at a little temple close to the base, learning Korean Zen. I'd been traveling deeper into the Koans and Metta Practice and well understood the paradox of a warrior practicing Buddhism. In fact, I would retire from the service within a couple of years.
But in the meantime, I was happy to find out from a flier that there was an actual Meditation Club in the Pentagon that met at lunchtime for an hour every day. This club was founded and ran by Ed Winchester, a civil service guy who took some TM classes and fancied himself a bit of a psychic. My personal opinion was that he was a bit of a nut, actually, but a harmless if determined nut who had to fight the many fundamentalist Christians to be allowed a tiny room for an hour each day. In fact he was suspended and would have been fired several times over this little meditation group after their complaints, if it wasn't nearly impossible to fire a civil servant unless you were gay or a communist.
So for lunch I would eat my little hot dog at the center park, then wander over to join maybe a half dozen meditators of every type and discipline for a brief relaxing break and we took turns discussing our various approaches. One day a photographer arrived, with official permission to write a story about us. There were the usual regulars there that day and we were asked to meditate while they took our picture. I don't know what they expected. It was cold outside so we were meditating inside, and the tiny room had a big table and chairs in it and not enough space to sit on the floor, so all they got was people sitting in chairs with their eyes closed.
The result was, I have a picture of myself in Time magazine, April 25, 1988 edition, as a young man meditating in a chair with some other misfits at the Pentagon. I am not named (the Pentagon would only allow them to interview Ed Winchester) but there I am. The club is still going strong, I hear. Ed Winchester retired eventually.
But hey, I was pictured in Time magazine! That used to be a big thing back before the internet killed off the magazines and newspapers. That's me in the blue Air Force uniform shirt.