I wrote earlier today about the writer Roger Zelazny. Roger and I once had a conversation about our mutual love for martial arts. I believe that he was a kyukashinkai student of the famous Mas Oyama. I was a student of Hung Gar kung fu, a totally different animal, but I have tremendous respect for Mas Oyama. I will never forget seeing his manual for spearing little pieces of paper with his fingertips, breaking boards floating in a pail of water without creating ripples, splitting arrows shot through the air at him. He was the real thing.