Good morning! Given the 17-hour time difference between California and Japan, it’s difficult to remember that I’ve been here only a little over 40 hours. Given the number of people I’ve met and the number of meetings attended, I feel like I’ve been here for the better part of a week.
Read MoreAfter a restless night dreaming of geishas and samurai, I awaken at 7:30 am and can’t wait to get to breakfast.
Read MoreMy life took a detour on April 14, 1974, when I began formal training in the martial arts. The “Do” for me began with judo and Hawaiian kenpo. Since both of the arts and my instructor, Sensei Bill Ryusaki, are of Japanese origin, it seemed only natural to immerse myself in all things Japanese.
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