Messing around with Judo, working out with friends, watching judo practice and tournaments, studying the stepping and positioning of opponents and the time[…]
It was gruesome. Memories of pain fade, but not those of parents much. Out of respect for the surviving parents, I will pass on revealing[…]
There’s an old story going around about me and a karmabit. The tale goes that during a seminar, lunch break, in the 1990s, a guy[…]
“If I die in combat zone. Box me up and ship me home.” You’ve all heard that ditty? Or, maybe you haven’t? It comes for[…]
The Parable of the Wooden Gun Wooden, rubber band guns. Why do I use them? Let me count the ways… At seminars, police or others,[…]