And So It Begins
After living in Dallas for about three years I was getting bored and I had been out of shape since moving to Virginia. My wife reminded me about the Kendo class I went to years earlier. I looked it up and decided to go. It was the first class time of January 2007 and in a different building but it was the same class and I recognized some of the same people.
That day they were having a board meeting. I decided to stay and just listen. How many
Kendo, Kendo Everywhere Yet. . .
Years later after growing up and getting married but before I had kids, I was in my mid to late 20s and doing all the things I ever wanted to do. I was riding motorcycles, doing water sports several times a week and, yes, martial arts.
I lived in a small Texas town three hours from Dallas so my choice of martial arts were slim. Mostly, two Tae Kwon Do schools, a Karate school and some other commercially federated Korean art. I chose
At First Glance
I can't remember exactly when, but when I was young, I remember seeing a television news segment about something I had never seen before. It was some sort of sport or game where players wore something that looked like a baseball catcher's mask and what looked like some sort of stick that emulated a sword. Better yet they actually hit each other with them. I found it fascinating because I liked playing catcher in baseball and I distinctly remember the way the players
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