47MartialMan

Well enough for some to believe they can remain this way?

Hey, it's ok. Thats why I stated what I had stated. I had the same "feeling"

Some of it-not ALL of it. And not the "TV". Like anything, it gets "over-done"

Wow, I did more than that. Perhaps too excessive. I kept a whole journal/diary clost to since i started martial arts. It is many. many notebooks. Yeah, but any record is good reference.

I got mine. Yeah, someone getting the 'list" I "x" filed it

Ok, if you like "Crouching Tiger" and Jet Li

TV or Tour? All of the comedians? Or a favorite one?

Didnt state that I didnt or did.

I figured that....

Do you like Larry/Blue Collar?

Shall I call you "Larry"

Do you have a links?

Nah, no offense intended. I had a relative and a freind incarcerated. It was not a "vacation" for them. But, to perhaps review and interpret what you are conveying: Prisons are not as "bad" as they were, say, 30+ years ago? And yes, this is a whole other thread Perhaps one that should be titled: Martial Arts in Prison Wow, do I have some stories on that-not one from personal experience-TG

Ok, will be a "tight" meet, I have to be at a meeting for 8:30.

Yeah, real nice "vacation" You'd be better off in the military. Better with the "don't ask-don't tell"

Yeah, but there is forced homosexuality.......

Yeah, the better emphasis-"belt factory". Who has the most money get promoted the most quickly.

Natchitoches- I have family there. Coming from a large family from both "sides", I have family from Texas, La, and Miss. But the "stronghold" is Louisiana. Denham Springs- one of my masters was born/raised there. Ohio-I have students (one form a "chaper of my martial art-well not really "mine"). Throughout there (A long story), Dayton, Cinn, and "small towns" around those. Northern Ohio winters are......

Maybe he thinks he doesn't he have to? Did I mention mine?

Yeah, but they CAN sure "feel" that way locked behind bars for a long, long time.

This falls under my posts of interpretation and/or mis-interpretation

That is a permanent "engagement". You know what is said about matrimony? Matrimony is one of the oldest, human social "institutions". But hell, who wants to live in a "institution" all of their life?

Good, I was hoping it would be next week. As far as i know, that evening is open. What time will suit you?

No....sand the floor! Darn key board sticks. Fingers have to hit extra hart, slip and hit others keys. Ah Yes, the "Karate Kid". I HAD ACUALLY LIVED THAT SAGA BFORE THAT MOVIE. A short excerpt from my personal martial art journal: My favorite Master/Instructor (one of 8- though a few of the other 7 weren't as personal) in 1968. I was 11 then, I think. Anyway, I discovered him while riding my bicycle far away, in another neighborhood. He and two others, were training in a spacious garage. To make this brief, I started to train under him in exchange for labor around his home. No waxing, sanding, or fence painting. Painted his house and other "weird-by-design" chores. Anyway, he normally did not accept students under 17, and in wasn't until about 2 years, until I really started to learn something. I do not know why I had "stayed", initially, and not lost interest. I guess it was the support and drive from a parent. I was with him, Master Lee, (yes, this was his actual family name) through my teens, as he was like a "uncle" to me. He didn't "replace" my biological father, but he was a extra "mentor". The minimum age for a motor vehicle license was 15 back then. I started to drive alot (my mother's vehicle) about a half year or so later. Next thing I knew, I was 16 and going to my first "prom". The very day of the prom, which was going to be that evening, Mom's car was having mechanical problems. I took it to Master Lee, whom is a excellant mechanic by trade. I guess I would have to be "chaperoned". Master Lee, sensing that I was feeling chagrin, instructed me to return to his house hours later. I had pondered that perhaps he may "finish" Mom's car in time. With high anticipation, not to mention anxiety, I went to his house hours later, as instructed. Time was falling short for the "big" gala. From some "last" gleam of desire, I had thought Master Lee would save me by having Mom's car ready. Upon the discovery-NOT SO!! I wondered why would he summon me there, knowing that he would not finish the work in time. Was this some strange torment, or a another lesson to be learned via trauma? Master Lee, like other collectors, had a large "collection" of things. Being a mechanic, his "collection" were mechanical things. To my knowledge, at that particular moment, I knew he had owned motorcycles. They were rare and nice ones, and yes some old "Harleys". Master Lee, enjoyed "old" things. Knowing well my plight, he took me to another garage that he had nearby. In it were some very fine classic automobiles. I say automobiles, because naming them cars, would do injustice. One in particular, was parked outside in front. I did not think of the reason why, as I had seen enough space in that garage. After a speech, which I will omit the details, he tossed me the keys and I had a ride in a classic car. Master Lee had "saved the day", or shall I say, "night'. And the next day, the "big" surprise....

'cheng gwa' cheng=green gwa=vegetable (of the non leafy kind....) so translated directly you get 'green vegetable'. but it actually means 'cucumber'. What about bell pepper or other green vegetable? And, someone may take that interpretation, and/or mis-interpretation, per context of the description.