I am heading off to Henan Province in the morning to indulge a childhood, well, not quite — a teenage fantasy, at least, born of Bruce Lee movies, and later, of all manner of Kung Fu films, mostly pretty atrocious, often seen in seedy West African theaters.
For the rest of the week, I’ll be visiting Shaolin monastaries and martial arts schools, with the added bonus of having my sons along for the ride. I studied Kung Fu briefly in high school, quitting because the drills that involved punching concrete pillars and trash cans full of sand, were too painful (ouch!)
Billy and Henry have both gone much farther, in a variety of martial arts traditions, and they are pretty excited about this, except for the minus-ten temperatures we’ve been warned about.
I hope to post pictures by the weekend. Stay tuned…

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