GREENER GRASS
Nov 04, 2018
2 minutes
— Robert W. Young, Editor-in-Chief
The trigger for the memory was unrelated and unimportant, but what followed was much more interesting. And potentially enlightening. In a nutshell:
Back in the mid-1980s, I was living in South Korea as an English teacher by day and a martial arts practitioner/researcher/writer by night (and on almost every weekend). One of the investigations where an instructor mentioned which some erroneously believe was the parent art of Subsequent prodding got me vague directions to the tae kyon school, and a bit of legwork — which is appropriate because tae kyon is renowned for its kicking — revealed the exact location.
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