Day 90/100. My grandparents were Buddhist-Taoist and practiced the rituals that came with those beliefs. I remember the altar table being brought out for prayer on special holidays. The red tablecloth with its shiny characters and symbols. The incense pot filled with stems of old burnt joss sticks. The arrangement of fruits and other food offerings filling the table. I remember once asking my grandfather, “So what is your religion? Are you Buddhist, Taoist, free thinker?” He said, “I am...
