Bluey in the Bag

As an 80’s kid I’ve always had an interest in martial arts. “Karate” and “kung fu” in my youth served as crude universal terms ignoring the specific names of hundreds of unique and differentiated disciplines but it worked for a 10 year old. My whole life I yearned for my Mr. Miyagi; someone to pour their life into me and make me a ninja. I’ll write about the one I had another time. We never took lessons or even parked in a dojo parking lot as kids. My family growing up couldn’t or didn’t afford them (I am not sure.)