My parents didn’t initially buy my childhood pitch of letting me study martial arts because I was a little rambunctious as a child and I think they may have feared that formal fight training wouldn’t have helped the issue. Once they gave in and supported my training, it was all good.
But during the first 11 years of prohibition, my Uncle helped keep the dream alive by regularly supplying me with martial arts training books (particularly the Ohara series of Bruce Lee’s Fighting Method that I cherished so deeply).
I will remember and appreciate my Uncle for many things, but hold dearest the memory of his nurturing a dream for a young child.
