Reading a few books by samurai there was one thing I saw repeated again and again and again that surprised me. It has nothing to do with swords, fighting or strategy. Actually, quite the opposite when ...
When Mitsugi Saotome walked into Sarasota’s 12th Street Dojo on a warm evening in mid-May, he looked like he had walked straight out of a Japanese Western. Small in stature, he wore a wide-brimmed ...