When I arrived at Karme-Choling in 1990 to inquire about coming on staff, the first thing I saw was Oscar Garcia sitting on a tractor giving the finger to his then boss. During the ensuing years I became very familiar with that side of Oscar. I also got to know his more indelible qualities of devotion to the dharma and the lineage, and his tremendous capacity for taking pains on their behalf. Oscar was a sour as a pickle and as bright as the morning sun. Once during a discussion of how to handle another's personal aggression, Oscar said with tears in his eyes that when he experienced that he would simply reflect that some day this person would have to die. Last summer while I was visiting Vermont Madge Rossinoff and Tom Bryer tipped me off as to Oscar's whereabouts. I went to see him at his nursing home. Oscar showed me where he took his wheelchair behind the building to face the wooded hillside and contemplate the sky. One of my fears for him was that he would be isolated in his old age, but he was very well known there, and friends like Madge and Tom stayed in touch. Best wishes, old friend.