...I'm writing this review. When I attempted to submit the first one, I guess it wasn't saved and got lost forever. The same thing has happened to me a few times before - stupid me. Maybe what I wrote wasn't meant to be shared. You know I can get somewhere between real and somewhat personal with my reviews. So I visited this temple a few days back. It's sort of next to a Mexican restaurant which is unimaginatively named Mexican Restaurant. I've been eating at that place for years and never knew this temple was here, or the very nice small public park right behind it for that matter which I plan on writing a review on as well. While I'm not sure if you care or not, I came here for a reason. I've been again battling an old demon that recently reared it's debilitating filthy ugly head again. You probably should know who/what I'm talking about. I thought I'd come here to see if I could get a little sanctuary in my heart and strength in my resolve to keep fighting the fight and eke out some sort of victory (maybe stalemate) against this powerful lifetime foe. However, I'm sure a complete victory is a pipe dream. And I don't think I found any kind of win or relief here as that same night.... Maybe I need to come back here. Actually, I will return as it was a very nice visit on it's own, and I'll never give up the struggle. Sadly, I wasn't able to go inside the temple building - covid you know - but they have some very nice looking monuments and an altar (butsudon?) outside to admire, pray at, or whatever it is you should or shouldn't do standing in front of them. And I also spoke with a monk which in my experience is always a good - maybe significant - thing. Perhaps, I should've asked him his advice about what to do with that revolting loathsome demon. The first thing I did do when I got here was light my usual four sticks of incense for Doris, Michael, Stanley, and Paula. I think I asked them for a little help with that thing I'm talking around even though I never see them anymore. While fairly sure that wouldn't help, it couldn't (could it?) make it worse, so why not. The monuments were pretty striking and quite interesting. One was a life-size Kukai (Kobo Daishi), the founder of the Shingon School of Buddhism, which this temple is a part of. Looks like he's walking somewhere with purpose, hopefully in my mind on his way to brawl with that miserable demon. I bet Kukai in his time (maybe still) fought Mara who was quite antagonistic to the forces of enlightenment, so he's experienced in these life and death matters. I asked for his help as well. Then there's another monument for three past local monks of the temple. I don't remember bothering them with anything. There's also one for the people (some were kids) who died when a Japanese high school training ship collided with a US Navy vessel - how sad. Reading more about the accident has given me pause to reflect on the issues I've been talking here in a roundabout way. Mine certainly seems less important than those of the families of those dead people. I sat down on some steps next and watched the monk bless/pray about a new car some folks just bought. All very interesting. And that's about all here too. Spent just over hour on the visit and then the same for the park. You know, I think I should've asked monk to do a similar prayer/blessing for me and my problems like he did for the car. Maybe next time. It's problem good form to bring an envelope with cash in it for one of God's envoys. Now I got to copy this review to the computer's clipboard before I submit. Won't get me two days in a row.