Michael D’Asaro Goes To Texas

Michael D’Asaro Goes To Texas

It’s like fate or an inexorable draw.  Or karma.  That might be too strong.  But if you’re named Michael D’Asaro, you eventually move to Texas.  Maybe it’s the bbq.  That would be the last entry on the ‘go’ side of my go/no go...
A Newfound Respect

A Newfound Respect

It’s so much fun to have your expectations and assumptions blown to bits.  That happened to me this week when I had the great fortune to meet the daughter of long-time Letterman fencer Colonel Laurance Brownlee.  Colonel Brownlee was a fixture of West Coast...
The Salle in the Woods

The Salle in the Woods

In the woods of Southern Oregon off a dirt road and across a valley from the winding I-5 was a fencing salle d’armes built by Charlie Selberg in an old barn.  It was stuffed to the rafters with fencing memorabilia dating back decades.  I fenced there a couple of...
LA’s Greatest Hits, 1936

LA’s Greatest Hits, 1936

When I have the opportunity to visit someone who has fencing memorabilia that I can scan for my collection, I often don’t get a chance to thoroughly take in the significance of everything I’m working with.  I work fast, replacing one item from the flatbed...
My Forever Summer

My Forever Summer

You don’t forget your first team, or your first teammates.  The fortuitous circumstances surrounding my introduction to fencing couldn’t be more memorable; a time filled with remarkable personalities.  Fencing was my first college course.  Fencing, the game I’d always...
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