I wasn’t the nicest guy on the block fifty years ago. I was young and naïve, often learning things the hard way. But I was learning. This is a fun memory from the time when I chased the waves and learned a tough lesson. Mako Sensei was teaching me the sword and how to surf, all while making people laugh. He taught me lessons I’ll never forget. I miss him every day. This short story is dedicated to you, Sensei. I love and miss you deeply. Your deshi, Gary-san The first—and last—time I ever got arrested, I was terrified. It was the 1970s, and I hitchhiked everywhere. It was my
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