All is not as it seems
Mike the mailman asked Beverly if he could use her yard, facing North toward the city, for afternoon Tai Chi on his lunchbreaks. I think he has yet to take the opportunity, but we did chat one morning just after I'd arrived, about his love for Qi movement and studies of Tai Chi.

Mike said he studied under a Chinese Master, but what this really means I'm not sure�everyone who has ever used that term seems to have their own interpretation of both "Chinese" and "Master." I have the impression that Mike�s sensei was either very good, or Mike is a BIT of an exaggerator, either of which is equally likely, as said teacher supposedly slammed Mailman Mike against the wall with the force of his life-energy.

I don't doubt that such things are possible. But the chance that a person who claims to have experienced has ever *actually* been in the room with someone capable of such power and direction is smaller by a large margin than those who I�ve heard say have. (I love sentences, don�t you?!)

Mike said to Bev and I that he and the other pupils considered his master, let�s call him Master Roshi for the sake of example, to be a wise and pure man. He always carried with him a stack of Taoist texts to accompany his teachings. Then, one day, Mike joined Master Roshi in the middle of his reading on a park bench only to find that these "holy texts" were, in fact, stuffed with Porno mags and that Roshi was fathering a new child by his fourth, and twenty-four-year-old, wife.