This chapter contains the following: 

#1.)  Historical information about Bruce Lee

#2.)  Photographs of Bruce's first American "friends / students" (including Skip).
#3.)  Photos of many of Skip’s (and Bruce's) other “Martial Art” friends.
A few excerpts from Paul Bax’s interview of Skip Ellsworth – to be included in Paul’s next book, called
[PLEASE NOTE All of Paul Bax's books are excellent, and we highly
        recommend them for your collection.] 
#5.)  Approximately 5% of Skip’s book called “BRUCE LEE – HIS APPROACH TO GUNG FU – AND MORE…
#6.)  Lots of other historical stuff.
#7.)  Some historical information regarding Bruce's "obscure" SEATTLE YEARS -- with more to be added. 
#8.)  A portion of Skip's book -- with the the rest to be added soon so people can read the entire book for FREE.


Bruce and Skip met and became close friends in 1959, when Bruce was “only” a dishwasher at Ruby Chow’s restaurant on Capital Hill in Seattle, Washington. 

Skip’s close personal friendship with Bruce continued until Bruce’s untimely death in 1973 -- and in Skip's heart his close personal friendship with Bruce Lee still continues....

Skip is included in many books and articles about his friend, Bruce Lee. 

Copies of some of these books and articles, along with photos of Bruce, Skip and the rest of the gang giving Kung Fu exhibitions are hanging in the Lobby at Skip’s Beach Resort.

Writers often come to the Philippines specifically to interview Skip about Bruce.

Skip recently finished his book about his relationship with his friend and teacher.  The book is called “BRUCE LEE – HIS APPROACH TO GUNG FU – AND MORE..."    

The following photographs and all other material that is contained on this entire website are Common Law Copyrighted by DeWelle F. (Skip) Ellsworth. 



These photo directly "ABOVE" was taken with Skip's camera at the Television Studios of the KCTS Television Station (Channel #9), at Seattle, Washington.  Bruce and his "friends/students" had just finished giving a series of TV Exhibitions.  At first, we could not remember where these photos were taken.  However, Skip finally found the negatives in an envelope in one of his desks --  with a scribbled note of explanation...  Does anyone recognize the interviewer (photo below) ???  If so, we would love to get in touch with him.

These photos were taken at THE INTERNATIONAL TRADE FAIR in 1961. Skip had the photos developed in August of 1961, as indicated by the developer’s date that was printed on each photo.  He still has the negatives.

Incidentally, Skip was Bruce's third student in America to get a uniform (Jesse was the first, and Ed Hart was the second).  Bruce asked his friends-students to get uniforms primarily so they could help him as he started giving exhibitions at such places as the Yesler Terrace Gymnasium -- the International Trade Fair -- on TV -- at Seattle's Chinatown (e.g. for Chinese New Years Celebrations) -- at Vancouver's Chinatown -- at high schools, colleges, and universities -- at various community halls and gymnasiums -- at the Seattle World's Fair in 1962 -- and the list goes on...

THE FIRST PHOTO, BELOW:  This photo shows (from left to right) Skip Ellsworth -- Jesse Glover -- and Bruce Lee. 
                                                                Bruce is demonstrating some "moves" on Jesse -- and Skip is waiting his turn to be
                                                                "demonstrated upon."

THE FIRST PHOTO, BELOW:  This photo shows (from left to right) Skip Ellsworth and Jesse Glover.  Jesse is
                                                                demonstrating a Gung Fu form, and Skip Ellsworth is in the background waiting for his turn to
                                                                do the same thing. 


From left to right:   Ed Hart (Bruce's second friend / student in America) – Jesse Glover – Skip Ellsworth – Jim DeMile – and Taky Kimura.  When compared with the original photo of the same group (taken many years ago) only three people are missing from this latest photo.  In the recent photo, the three missing people are LeRoy Garcia (very much alive, and living near Monroe, Washington) -- Tak Miyabe (presumed dead in Japan) -- and our friend and leader, Bruce Lee

It sure would be nice to be 25 years old again...  or even 35... or even 45...  or even 55... or even 65...
On the other hand, as Shakespeare said, "The only thing worse than growing old is FAILING to grow old."


The above photo shows the following people (from left to right): 

  1. JUDY ANDERSON -- Judy was a student at the University of Washington and a member of Alpha Chi Omega Sorority. She was a very good friend of Skip's (as was her brother Jay -- Jay's girl-friend Versa (also a member of Alpha Chi Omega) -- and the family dog Cookie).  Therefore, Bruce (who had been the Cha-Cha Champion of Hong Kong) ended up teaching Judy and Skip how to Cha-Cha.  
  2. SKIP ELLSWORTH -- Skip was a student at the University of Washington and a member of Delta Kappa Epsilon Fraternity.  Skip was Bruce Lee’s third student in America.  At that time, Skip was driving a 1957 Chevrolet convertible (light blue with a white top).
  3. TAK MIYABE – Tak was perhaps Bruce’s seventh student in America.  We have heard rumors that he was killed in his home country of Japan.  If anyone has information to the contrary, PLEASE let us know.
  4. LeROY GARCIA -- LeRoy has been one of Skip’s very best friends for more than half a century.  As we recall, LeRoy was Bruce’s sixth (?) student in America.  LeRoy taught Bruce how to drive a car.  At that time LeRoy was driving a Studebaker Golden Hawk, which was one of the coolest rides at the time.  Bruce Lee often stayed at LeRoy’s beautiful log cabin near Coal Creek.
  5. SHERRY GARCIA -- LeRoy’s wife at the time. 
  6. ED HART -- Bruce’s second student in America.  He and Jesse were room-mates, and they were both highly respected black-belt Judo players at the Seattle Judo Dojo. 

  7. This photo was taken at the home of Jim DeMile.  Jim was perhaps Bruce’s fifth student in America, and he is a very accomplished martial artist.  His home at that time was located near Rainer Avenue in South Seattle.  We were always welcome to visit Jim's home, and he was always an excellent host.  At that time Jim was driving a totally cool 1932 Model A Ford sedan -- a real "collector's item."

The photo "below" is of Skip Ellsworth with one of his very best friends, Jesse Glover.  Jesse was Bruce Lee’s first student in America, and Skip feels that Jesse was the best student Bruce ever had – anywhere -- anytime.

The photo below is of Ed Hart [R.I.P.]– Bruce’s second student in America – and Skip’s life-long friend and brother.

The photo below is of Skip Ellsworth and his good friends Jesse Glover – Sonny Umpad – and Renato Alfonso.  The photo was taken on the front porch of Skip’ log home at his ranch near Seattle.  There are security cameras EVERYWHERE.  Renato has now been to the Philippines to visit Skip on two different occasions -- the first time was approximately 14 years ago, and the second time was last year with his son, Sebastian.  Photos of Renato and his son at Skip's Beach Resort on the Island of Cebu, Philippines, can be seen at the "photos of our guests" chapter of this website. 

The photo below is of Skip and LeRoy Garcia.  LeRoy has been one of Skip’s very best friends since they were 15 years old.  LeRoy was one of Bruce Lee’s original students (and very good friends) in Seattle.  In fact, he taught Bruce to drive a car (actually a pick-up truck) on roads near Bellevue, Washington.  Also, LeRoy and Skip personally taught Bruce how to shoot pistols, revolvers, rifles, and shot-guns.  This photo was taken inside Skip's log home at his ranch near Monroe. 

The photo below is of Skip Ellsworth and his friend Jim DeMile.
   The photo was taken on the front porch of Skip's log home.

The photo below is of Taky Kimura and Skip Ellsworth.  Taky was one of Bruce’s original students in Seattle, AND he is also one of Bruce’s best friends “ever.”  Taky is one of the nicest guys in the world.  He is a perfect gentlemen in every sense of the term.  Literally, EVERYBODY loves Taky Kimura. 

The photo below is of Skip and one of his good friends, Richard Bustillo (do a Google Search on his name).  Joe has been inducted into the Martial Arts Hall of Fame – the Black Belt Hall of Fame -- the World Martial Arts Hall of Fame, World Karate Union Hall of Fame – and the list goes on… 


The photo below is of Skip Ellsworth and Linda Cadwell (Bruce Lee's widow).   Skip has often stated that Linda is one of the nicest people on the planet. 


The invitation shown directly below, was from  Linda Cadwell, to Skip Ellsworth – inviting Skip to be a “special guest” (and a speaker) at the BRUCE LEE - BRANDON LEE MEMORIAL BANQUET in Los Angeles on January 10 and 11, 1998.  

At the above-mentioned meeting Skip was given a special medallion as a token of his friendship with Bruce.  The medallion is now hanging in the “Bruce Lee Room" of Skip’s log home at his ranch near Seattle, Washington.  Skip's Kung Fu uniform is also hanging in the "Bruce Lee Room," as well as many other mementos of Bruce and the gang.  Skip's huge log home was used to film the "log mansion scenes" for the TV Series called NORTHERN EXPOSURE.  Many photos of the "Bruce Lee Room" in Skip's log home are included below -- and elsewhere on this website. 


The photo below is of Shannon Lee (Bruce Lee’s daughter) – a wonderful person – a very good martial artist – and an excellent movie actress.  Bruce would be very proud of Shannon.

Skip with his friend, Jason Scott Lee, who played Bruce Lee in the movie.

The photo below is of Jesse Glover, Skip Ellsworth, and Emil Farkas (do a GOOGLE SEARCH regarding Emil -- a seventh degree Black Belt in Karate and the former body guard to many famous people). 

Below is a photo of Skip Ellsworth with his good friend Cynthia Rothrock.  Cynthia was the American  National Karate Champion for five years, and she is perhaps the world’s most famous“karate-action” female movie star.

The photo below is of Herb Jackson [R.I.P.].  He built a huge amount of Bruce’s training equipment.   Herb and Bruce became very close friends, and they remained so throughout the years.   

The photo below was taken in the kitchen of Skip’s NORTHERN EXPOSURE log home.  It is of Skip Ellsworth and his friend the award-winning actor named Barry Corbin that starred in the TV series that was filmed at Skip’s ranch near Monroe, Washington.  Barry "played" the retired astronaut that “lived in” the huge log mansion (Skip’s home) that was supposedly located in Cecily, Alaska.  Skip says that virtually ALL of the Universal Studio people that were responsible for shooting at his home were honest, fair, generous, cooperative, and helpful to the extreme.  Also, all of the actors and actresses were an absolute pleasure to work with.

The photo below is of Skip Ellsworth with his friend and famous author Jo Giametta (do a Google Search).  This photo was taken at Skip’s ranch near Monroe, where Jo came to interview Skip for the excellent book she wrote regarding Bruce’s life.

The photo below is of Taky Kimura – Skip Ellsworth – and Andy Kimura (Taky’s son).  Andy is cut from the same material as his dad – meaning that he is one of the nicest guys you could ever meet.

In the photo below (from left to right) is Richard Bustillo – Skip Ellsworth – Jim DeMile – and Jesse Glover. This was taken at the cemetery where Bruce and Brandon are buried.

Pictured below is Sonny Umpad [R.I.P.] who is originally from Bogo, Philippines (approximately 30 minutes from SKIP’S BEACH RESORT in the Town of Daanbantayan) -- together with his good friend and adopted nephew DeWelle Ferguson [Chip] Ellsworth IV

The photos below were taken at a memorial banquet that was given for Bruce and Brandon in Chinatown, in Seattle. The entire restaurant was rented by our group for the occasion.

In the photo below (from left to right) is Skip Ellsworth – Jim DeMile – Richard Bustillo – Jesse Glover – and Tim Taffle. 

The photo below is of two "best buddies" -- Sonny Umpad [R.I.P.] and Chip Ellsworth.   Those guys always loved to hang out together.  This photo was taken at Skip's log home near Monroe, Washington.

The photo below is of Skip's good friend, Allen Joe -- an accomplished Martial Artist -- and a very nice guy.  Allen was a member of the Jeet Kune Do Nucleus.

The photo below is of Taky Kimura and Skip Ellsworth.

This is Skip's friend Pat Strong -- Skip's friend Thomas Nillson (from Sweden) -- and Skip.

The photo below is of  Skip – Linda – Skip’s former wife, Elvie – and Skip’s son, Chip

The photo below is of Richard Bustillo and Skip Ellsworth.  Richard and Skip are good friends, and Richard is one of the nicest guys in the world.  We recommend that you do a "GOOGLE SEARCH" on the name Richard Bustillo.  He is obviously a very accomplished Martial Artist. 

The following photos were taken in the BRUCE LEE ROOM at Skip’s huge log home near Monroe, Washington. 

BRUCE LEE AND FENCING:  As you know, Bruce Lee would "borrow" from any source when it came to improving his fighting skills.  At one time, he was very interested in the "attack" and "retreat" methods that are used in Classic Fencing.  Therefore, Skip and Bruce went to some pawn ships and hunted down some fencing foils and masks.  Also, they went to libraries, and book stores, and hunted down some books -- instructional movies -- etc.  They experimented with some of the "attack-retreat" options that were explained or shown via those sources. 

Regarding the photos directly below:  The first photo is of the two masks and two of the fencing foils that Skip and Bruce bought.  They are still in the exact location (in the library) at Skip's log home.  The second photo shows two more fencing foils that they bought (with different grips).  These foils are currently sticking out of a HUGE glass jar which are at the bottom of the stairs  that go up to the library in Skip's home. 

Below is an “overview” of one of the international MEMORIAL MEETINGS at the gravesites of Bruce and Brandon.


The following photo (below) is of Jesse Glover -- Skip Ellsworth's son, Chip Ellsworth as can be seen between the grave-markers -- Skip Ellsworth -- and Jim DeMile. 

In the photo shown below, the large size of Skip’s home can be partially determined by comparing it with the size of Skip’s Jeep that is parked next to the home (on the right).  A Jeep racetrack would easily fit inside the home (including hill climbs to the second and third floors), except for the fact that there are currently a few walls and some furniture in the way. 

As a log home builder, Skip would often get harassed about his Corvette (e.g. "Where is the power take-off winch, Skip ???"  "Where is the logging arch in the back, Skip ???"   "How fast can you pull a log with this weird looking white Jeep, Skip ???"  Etc., etc.


The two photos below are of Skip’s current Fraternity house (e.g. DELTA KAPPA EPSILON at the University of Washington). 

In the photo below Skip and Chip are standing at the top of the stairs.  The brass DKE letters can be seen on the upper-right side of the closest wall. 

We highly recommend any and all of the books that Paul Bax has written. 

We suggest that you read the list of his books and magazine articles (see below) – and look for the name “Paul Bax” the next time you are shopping for a good book about our friend, Bruce Lee. 


Below are a few short paragraphs about Paul – as a martial artist -- as an author of books – as an author of magazine articles -- as a man that is very much interested in furthering the cause of J.K.D -- and as a man that is respected by everyone in the business.  This information will be followed by a small excerpt of Paul's interview of Skip Ellsworth (to be published in Paul’s next book which will be released soon).

Paul began training in martial arts in 1983.  He received Black Belt in 1987 from Stan Weyrauch in Okinawa-Te.  He was invited by both Linda Lee Cadwell and Steve Golden in 1997 to the first annual Jun Fan Jeet Kune Do Nucleus seminar and banquet.  He has received training from: Taky Kimura, Allen Joe, Howard Williams, David Cox, George Lee, Ted Wong, Richard Bustillo, Bob Bremer, Pete Jacobs, Steve Golden, Larry Hartsell, Herb Jackson, Tommy Gong, Tim Tackett, Chris Kent and Cass Magda.  Bax has since attended various Jeet Kune Do seminars with JKD instructors including Pat Strong and Ted Wong.

Publisher/Editor of The Jun Fan Journal Newsletter 1993-1995
Self-published, “Reflections of Bruce Lee” book, 1996
Published, “Disciples of the Dragon” 2005 (BAXtard Unlimited)
Published, “Descendents of the Dragon” 2007 (Outskirts Press)
Founded web forum, “The JKD Brotherhood” in 2002 (formerly known as, “The Paul Bax Show”.
Launched official JKD Brotherhood website, 4/2007August 2nd and 3rd, 2008:
Hosted the first-ever Jesse Glover and Ted Wong seminar where both instructors will appear together simultaneously.

Paul plans to soon re-release, “Disciples of the Dragon” with additional interviews of Bruce Lee’s original students.

Magazine Appearances:

April, 1993, Inside Karate Magazine, Return of Jeet Kune Do article
October, 1993, Inside Karate Magazine, Jack Ponti Interview
January, 1994, Inside Kung Fu magazine, Taky Kimura interview
January, 1994, Masters of Kung Fu, Jack Ponti Interview
March, 1994, Inside Karate magazine, Interview with Steve Johnson
August, 1994, Masters of Kung Fu magazine, Gunnar Nelson interview
August, 1994, Inside Karate, Doug Palmer Interview
September, 1994, Martial Arts Masters Magazine, Joe Cowles Interview
September, 1994, Inside Karate Magazine, Interview with Lamar Davis II
November, 1994, Black Belt magazine, Jesse Glover interview
January, 1995, Martial Arts Masters, Gift of Reality article
Vol. 4, No#6 Karate International magazine, Ted Wong interview
July, 1995, Inside Karate Magazine, Bruce Lee: Real Fighter or Showman article
October, 1995, Inside Karate magazine, Where to Find JKD Training article
November, 1995, Inside Karate magazine, John Little interview
January, 1996, Martial Arts Masters, Three Eras of Bruce Lee article
February, 1996, Inside Karate Magazine, Interview with Ed Hart
January, 1997, Martial Arts Legends magazine, John Little interview
June/July 1997 Karate International Magazine, Article on 1st JFJKD Nucleus event
Budo International Magazine, John Little interview
August, 1997, Martial Arts Illustrated magazine (UK), George Dillman interview
January, 1997, Knowing Is Not Enough/JFJKD Nucleus Newsletter, Interview with Steve Golden
July, 1998, Inside Karate Magazine, Interview with Patrick Strong
February, 2003, Inside Kung Fu Magazine, Interview with Leo Fong
March, 2003, Inside Kung Fu magazine, Website listed as “dot-com of the month”
September, 2003, Black Belt Magazine, Interview with George Dillman
March, 2003, Inside Kung Fu Magazine, Web forum is featured as “Dot Com Of The Month”
November, 2003, Inside Kung Fu Magazine, Leo Fong Short Strike Escrima article
February, 2004, Black Belt Magazine, Interview with James DeMile
2006, Jade Screen magazine, Vol. 4, Issue 1, Interview with Paul Bax
April, 2007, Black Belt Magazine, Bob Wall Interview
July 2007, Black Belt Magazine, Interview with Richard Bustillo
February, 2008, Black Belt Magazine, Gary Dill article


Skip and Paul agreed that Paul's interview can also be used by Skip in his own book, because so many of the answers simply turned out to be "excerpts" of what Skip has already written in his book (an unavoidable problem when dealing with the various aspects of Bruce's life that would generally be written about in a book).   

Here are a few sample questions from Paul's interview -- along with Skip's answers.

 #1.)  When did you first meet Jesse Glover?

I first met Jesse Glover in either 1957, or 1958, when I joined the Seattle Judo Dojo.  I was either 18 or 19 years old.   Jesse was already a well known member of the Dojo, and as I recall he was the Inland Empire First Degree Black Belt Judo Champion at the time.  At the Dojo, Jesse was one of the “main men” as far as teaching and helping people is concerned.   Jesse and I became close friends almost immediately.  He was six or seven years older than me, and I looked upon him as being a “big brother.” In fact, to this day I still call him “Brother Jesse.” 
            In those days, Jesse was sharing a duplex apartment with his good friend Ed Hart [R.I.P.].  Ed was a black-belt Judo player from the same Dojo, and he later became Bruce Lee’s second student in America.   Jesse and Ed were totally friendly and hospitable guys.  Therefore their apartment became a place for our group of friends to “hang-out” as we pursued our interest in Martial Arts.  All of us were so poor that we would sometimes joke about the fact that we often used the same tea-bag for two weeks or more. 
            Incidentally, the above-mentioned apartment was located at the southeast corner of Seventh and James in downtown Seattle.  It saddens me to say that the site is now buried under the Northbound lanes of the I-5 Freeway.
            Later on, Jesse and one of his girl-friends rented a different duplex apartment that was located on the same block as the Seattle Judo Dojo.  That apartment was located only 90 meters or so from the Dojo, and therefore it became one of the major hang-out places for Bruce’s original gang in Seattle (consisting of Bruce Lee, Jesse Glover, Ed Hart, Skip Ellsworth, Mike Lee [I think Jesse’s half-brother Mike was ten years old at the time.], Jim DeMile, LeRoy Garcia, Taky Kimura, Tak Miyabe, Charlie Woo, etc.).
            Unfortunately, Ed Hart died on December 3, 1998.  My son Chip and I went to his memorial meeting (sort of like a wake or a funeral service) in Chinatown in Seattle.  Of course, a huge number of Ed’s friends were there.  To help Ed’s family preserve the memory of that occasion, I circulated a paper for all of Ed’s friends to sign (with their names, addresses, phone numbers, and email addresses).  I did this so Ed’s family, in later years, would always be reminded of how many good friends Ed had.  I still have a copy of that “sign-in” sheet. 
            Even though Ed Hart has now been dead for many years, I am still in contact with his family -- especially with his daughter Lori and grandson Ronnie in Australia.  In Lori’s email to me dated August 19, 2007, she signed-off with the words: “You are my father’s brother, Skip.  All our love, Lori and Ronnie.”  I was very touched by Lori’s words, because she obviously realizes that I will always love her father.  Ed Hart was an awesome guy, and one of the best friends that a man could ask for. 
            When I became friends with Bruce Lee, Jesse Glover and Ed Hart those occasions added up to being a very worthwhile turning point in my life.

 #2.)  How long did it take Jesse to introduce you to Bruce Lee?  Please recall your first meeting with Lee.

After Jesse became friends with Bruce, he introduced me to Bruce almost immediately.  The introduction took place at Edison Technical School, where all three of us were “working-students.”  I was trying to finish High School, and in retrospect I assume that Jesse was also doing the same thing.  Regarding that issue, Jesse took Algebra before I did, and I must acknowledge that I never would have gotten through Algebra without Jesse’s help “and” without his Algebra work-book which contained all of the solutions to the problems.    
            Anyway… at my first meeting with Bruce he explained a few things about “Gung Fu” to me, and therefore I immediately expressed in interest in seeing it in action.  To make a long story short, Bruce then gave me a very brief private demonstration of his Gung Fu. 

                   During Bruce’s brief demonstration he hit me in the chest (with both palms) so hard that
                   both of my feet left the ground, AND I flew backwards for what seemed like ten feet before
                   my feet touched the ground again, AND I continued to be propelled backwards by inertia
                   (trying to keep from falling), AND I finally slammed into a wall.  I remember thinking to
                  myself, “What the hell happened ???”  All I knew for sure was…  “Nothing like that had
                  ever happened to me before.” 

In other words, it only took Bruce Lee approximately two seconds to make a “true-believer” out of me.

 #3.)  What was your first impression of Lee?

In my opinion, people often forget that Bruce was an extremely polite guy.  He was soft spoken, thoughtful, kind, and he had excellent manners in social situations.  For example, he and I would often go to my mother’s apartment at 11020 2nd Ave. N.E., Northgate Apartments, in Seattle, for lunch and/or dinner.    Bruce and I (sometimes Jesse, and sometimes other guys) would be sitting at the table eating and talking, and whenever my mother would walk into the room with more food, Bruce would stand up.   In other words, Bruce was aware of the fact that proper etiquette requires a gentleman to stand up whenever a lady enters the room.  Every time Bruce stood up, it made my mother so nervous that she and the rest of us would end up joking about it.  Bruce and my mom became close friends, and therefore when she was 98 years old and her memory was almost totally gone, she would still often ask me how “our friend Bruce” was doing.  At that time Bruce had already been dead for many years, but I would always just smile and say that Bruce was doing just fine and that he wanted me to be sure to say “hi” to her.  It always made my mother happy to hear that Bruce was still doing well, and that he had remembered to say “hi.”   Damn… it brings a tear to my eye when I think about that scenario.  I guess I’m a wimp.

#4.)  Where did Bruce live and work when you first met him ?

When I first met Bruce Lee he was working as a dishwasher at Ruby Chow’s Restaurant on Broadway in the South Capital Hill area of Seattle.  The restaurant was located on the first floor of a huge old wood-frame mansion (perhaps built circa 1880).  The front of the building, and the interior of the restaurant, were both well maintained, freshly painted, and still looked good (with lots of Chinese décor, etc.).  However, the rest of the building was in poor condition.  Bruce’s bedroom was located on the second floor.  The other rooms on that floor were apparently used only for storage, with plaster falling down, debris on the floor, etc. 
            Bruce’s bedroom was actually a “walk-in-closet” that was approximately 4’ X 10” in size.  Half of his “closet-bedroom” was located underneath some stairs that went up to the third floor.  In other words, a large portion of the ceiling in his room sloped down to the floor because the ceiling was the “underside” of a stairway.  This meant that it was impossible to stand up in the “low ceiling” portion of his room.  Whoops… maybe I need a technical writer for this.    
 In Bruce’s room, his small mattress was on the floor directly under the sloped ceiling where it was impossible to stand up.  His clothes were always neatly folded and stacked on the floor along-side the mattress.  The rest of his room had “normal” headroom, but it consisted of an empty floor area of only 4’ X 4.’  It was in that area that Bruce placed a wooden fruit-box which he used as a desk.  The make-shift desk was on the floor against the wall, and there was a pillow on the floor for Bruce to sit on.  Along the wall, he had a neat stack of books (most of them were in Chinese), a pack-sack, a few photos of his family back in Hong Kong, and a few other personal items.  To provide light in his room, there was only one naked light bulb hanging down on an electric wire from the ceiling.  The bulb was approximately  5’ above the top of the fruit-box desk.  The “on-off” chain had a long string tied to it so at night Bruce could turn off the light while still sitting at his desk – roll over onto the mattress – and go to sleep in the dark. 
            Some of the people that were associated with the restaurant were prejudiced against anyone that was not Chinese – or not white.  I mention this simply because Bruce (and others at the restaurant) told me that I was the only one of Bruce’s friends that “management” would allow to enter Ruby Chow’s Restaurant through the back door of the kitchen and hang out inside the building (e.g. in Bruce’s room – in the kitchen – etc.).  In fact, I was even allowed to help him wash dishes, put the clean stuff away, sweep the floor, mop the floor, etc.  I had previously worked in a commercial kitchen, and therefore I knew what needed to be done -- and how fast it needed to be done.   I often helped Bruce with his work so he could get out of the kitchen faster and we could have more time to practice fighting.

Paul's book will contain many other questions and answers.

In fact, Skip says that if you buy "Paul's" book you will not need to buy "Skip's" book.  Anyway... Skip's book will soon be included for "free" on this website. 



Initially, Bruce and the rest of us guys (his new American friends) would simply be hanging out together while he taught us Gung Fu in a way that was totally NOT formal.  For example, when Bruce was teaching Gung Fu to his original friends, the word “sifu” was never used – we did not have uniforms – there was no bowing – there was no “class-room” teaching – AND (needless-to-say) he did not accept any money for teaching us.  On the other hand, he did an excellent job of teaching us Gung Fu and we loved every moment of it.
               While we were learning Gung Fu from Bruce, our small group of friends also exchanged information with him about a lot of other things – including the cultural differences between China and America (socio-economic differences -- political differences -- philosophical differences -- fighting differences -- etc.). 
            Later on, perhaps because of the public’s growing interest in our group’s practice sessions (a crowd would sometimes gather), Bruce became aware of the fact that he could possibly make money teaching.  At  that time, he gave a few public exhibitions on his own at school auditoriums, etc.
            A short time later,  Bruce asked his closest friends and students if we would help him “spread the word” about Gung Fu by getting uniforms and giving “more formal on stage public exhibitions.”  Of course, we all agreed to do so, and I was Bruce’s third student in America to get a uniform. We gave many exhibitions at such places as the International Trade Fair – Sea Fair – Chinese New Year Celebrations in Seattle – Chinese New Year Celebrations in Vancouver, Canada – the World’s Fair in Seattle (In 1962) – at Universities and Colleges – at Street Fairs (the Fremont Street Fair, the University Street Fair, etc.) – at Housing Projects (e.g. Yesler Terrace) – and the list goes on…   As part of the “showmanship,” and perhaps even “salesmanship,” Bruce asked us to bow to him and call him “Sifu” whenever we were giving public exhibitions. We were eager to do so because we definitely wanted to help him in any way possible.  As Shakespeare said, “No matter how good a product is… you’ve still gotta sell it.”
            Eventually, it became obvious (Bruce even mentioned it to me) that a metamorphosis was taking place regarding his approach to teaching.  For example, he was slowly becoming more involved with paying students that he would teach under formal conditions – than he was with friends that he would teach under informal conditions.  I believe that to a large extent, the exhibitions enabled Bruce to become aware of what Gung Fu could accomplish for him socio-economically in America.  From then on, Bruce Lee was “on a roll.”


I was a “white-kid” that was raised on an Indian Reservation in America.  That was more than half a century ago.  At that time, there were many Indians that still resented white people for destroying the Indian Culture.  The racial problems that I faced on the “rez” meant that I had to fight Indian guys almost every day – often two or three times each day.  My problems were increased by the fact that I had a Paper Route (the Duluth Herald) when I was a kid, and therefore I had to go deep into “hostile territory” on a daily basis.  Therefore, during times of “no snow” (e.g. spring, summer and fall) it was unusual for me to get through a day without having to fight at least one Indian.  Because of this, I became familiar with many of the mental and physical aspects of fighting.  For example, I learned how to face those situations calmly no matter how bad I knew they could be.  I learned how to accept fighting – plan for it – deal with it – and (ironically for me) even look forward to it.  I learned how to become friends with pain – to not quit – and to accept the fact that my fights could involve staying on my feet or going to the ground.  I also accepted the fact that my fights could involve fists – elbows – knees – feet – teeth – and any other weapons that might be at hand, including rocks, sand, dirt, etc.  In other words, even though I had never heard the term “martial arts” I none-the-less became quite familiar with several aspects of those arts.  It brings a smile to my face now, when I think about the experiences I had as a kid on the “rez.”


At first, we practiced wherever and whenever we happened to be hanging out – at Jesse’s – at my place – in parking lots – in alleys – in “underground” parking lots if it was raining.  Sometimes we would practice behind Ruby Chow’s Restaurant, where Bruce lived and worked.  We put Bruce’s wooden dummy at the back of the restaurant under some exterior wooden stairs that went to the second and third floors (probably as a fire escape to meet building codes when the home was converted into a “commercial” building).  We fastened the dummy to two bamboo poles that were nailed horizontally to the wooden vertical 8” X 8” stair-columns.  Whenever we hit the dummy, it would spring back and forth on the bamboo poles – shake the ancient wooden columns – and make a terrible noise that resounded throughout most of the building.  The owner of the restaurant often complained about the noise – as did the senior cooks -- as did the dentist’s office (located approximately 40 feet away on the other side of a 6’ tall wooden fence). 
            Eventually, Bruce and the rest of us pooled our money and Bruce rented a “store-front” building at 651 South Weller (at the southeast corner of Maynard and Weller) in Seattle’s Chinatown.  The room on the first floor was quite large – perhaps 20’ X 60’.  Also, at the back of the room there was a stairway that went up to the second floor which consisted of another large room.  We practiced Gung Fu on the first floor, where spectators could stand on the sidewalk and watch us through the large store-front windows.  On the second floor we sometimes just hung out, talked, slept, etc.  
            At the northwest corner of the intersection (opposite from us), there was a family of “real life” Gypsies living in a store-front.  I was fascinated by their culture, and got to know them quite well.  Three doors to the East of us there was an abandoned three-story hotel that many derelicts were non-the-less inhabiting (without water, electricity, toilets, etc.).  They would often watch us through the store-front windows.  Directly across the street to the north of us was the parking lot for the Tai-Tung Restaurant which was our favorite restaurant in Chinatown.  Across the street from us to the west, there was a huge vacant lot with a dilapidated wooden fence around it.  Hobos would always camp out at the huge vacant lot.  
            Across the street from us, and 100’ to the right (near the Tai Tung parking lot) was Maynard Alley which went “North and South” from Maynard Street to S. King Street (clear through center of the block).  The Wah Mee Club was located in that alley, and it was the gambling establishment where the infamous “Wah Mee Massacre” occurred a few years later. During the massacre, a young Asian gang forced its way into the place -- made 13 or 14 gamblers and employees lie down on the floor – tied them up – and then shot each one of them in the head.  The police report said that the blood on the floor was two or three inches deep in the small room where the victims were found. 
            To put it mildly, our Gung Fu club was located in an area that was “then” quite depressed in a socio-economic sense.   However, when Bruce rented that club house we felt that we were on top of the world, and we very much hoped that our friend Bruce was on his way to becoming a successful “commercial” teacher. 

                                      BRUCE SOCIALLY:

Bruce had a dynamic personality and an excellent sense of humor.  He was an entertainer -- a showman -- an excellent salesman.  He had what it took to get (and to keep) the attention of any audience.  He loved to be the center of attention.  He loved to communicate.  He loved to have FUN.  He loved a challenge of any kind.   He loved to “think,” to use his imagination, and to solve problems using innovation. Essentially, Bruce Lee was a dynamo.
            However, in my opinion the “most important” central core of his personality was as follows:  Bruce was a very polite man – kind – good – intelligent – highly perceptive – totally innovative -- highly motivated to succeed -- and most of all, he took such things as “friendship” and “responsibility” very seriously.  
            Speaking of “socially,” when Bruce and I first became friends, we were both very poor in the socio-economic sense.  As far as most people were concerned Bruce was “only a dish-washer at a Chinese Restaurant in Seattle,” and I was “only a who-knows-what-part-time-truck-driver” from an Indian Reservation.  One of the things we often talked about was the fact that neither of us knew what we were going to do (or even “wanted” to do) with our lives. We were bothered by the fact that neither of us had any definitive long-term professional goals, and we often discussed that problem.  In his earliest “Seattle years” Bruce would never have believed how important his knowledge of Gung Fu could eventually be to him in America -- and in my case I would never have believed that my knowledge of how to build log homes correctly could ever have any commercial value “off the rez.”  As for me, I thought perhaps I might become a long-haul truck driver.  Jesse once joined us in this type of discussion, and he told us that he would like to someday own a used bookstore.  Bruce told me that his greatest hope would be to become a school teacher, perhaps teaching something like psychology or sociology.  


Eventually, I attended the U. of W., where I joined the Delta Kappa Epsilon Fraternity. Our members are called “Dekes” – and our Greek Letter Insignia is ΔΚΕ.  Of course, I often invited Bruce to attend my fraternity parties (some big, some small).  Our fraternity parties were often held at my fraternity house, which was a huge mansion in the University District.  Other parties were held at various clubs (e.g. the Washington Athletic Club, the Rainier Club, etc.) or at the homes of my wealthy fraternity brothers who lived in beautiful homes on Lake Washington – Lake Sammamish – Bainbridge Island – Mercer Island – Broadmore – The Highlands – etc.  When Bruce and I attended these fraternity parties, it often reminded us of how “money” is often related to “power” (e.g. six of America’s Presidents have been Dekes, including George H.W. Bush, and George W. Bush).  Bruce and I often joked about the fact that it was a motivating factor for us to see how wealthy people lived.
            Incidentally, Bruce’s experiences at my fraternity parties gave him another chance to be the life of the party.  For example, he would often demonstrate his one-inch punch – his one finger push-ups – his Chi Sao – various Gung Fu forms (especially the Preying Mantis Form) -- his Cha-Cha abilities – etc.  At some of the parties we went to, Bruce taught my girl friend and I (Judy was a totally awesome girl, and a member of Alpha Chi Omega Sorority), how to Cha-Cha.  Those were the “good old days…”  
            In my opinion, the reactions of my fraternity brothers to Bruce’s Gung Fu were just another example of how people’s reactions opened his eyes about how important Gung Fu could be to him in America.  On our way home from the parties, Bruce and I always had a lot of good laughs when we compared how my rich fraternity brothers lived, and how I had lived on the Indian Reservation, and how Bruce was then living in a closet as a dish-washer at the Chinese Restaurant.  We accepted this as being a “humorously” motivating factor for both of us.  

                      BRUCE'S COMMERCIAL SCHOOLS: 

I never felt comfortable bothering Bruce when he was teaching at a school that he used for generating income.  In fact, I don’t even know if Bruce would have allowed me to do so.   In my opinion, he would probably have said something like, “What are you doing here in ‘this’ class, man ???  You and I should wait until these ‘students’ go home, and then we can get together to train.” 
            Frankly, I went through the same changes when I first started teaching my log home building classes.  For example, during the first five years that I was teaching, I primarily taught my friends, and I did not charge any money at all.  Eventually, it became impossible for me to continue doing that, because my own expenses were too great.  Therefore, I had no alternative but to start charging money for my classes.  When that happened I encouraged my “personal friends” to not attend my commercial classes, because I could never allow myself to accept money from friends.  I told my friends that we could get together anytime that I was not involved in a commercial activity (teaching for money).  In my opinion, Bruce felt the same way, which should be easy to understand.

                                 MY WITNESSING REAL-LIFE CONFRONTATIONS:

When Bruce and I went into an “all black” pool hall near 23rd and Madison, there was an incident involving some black guys. 

When Bruce and I drove a truck to Montana (for Canus Services, Inc) to pick up some freight, and we stopped at a “cowboy-honky-tonk-tavern-restaurant” for dinner, there was an incident involving some cowboys that were hanging out under a mercury-light in the parking lot.

When Bruce and I were leaving the Kokusai Movie Theater one night, in the “International District” in Seattle, there was an incident involving three black dudesThe list goes on…

One must remember that we were only 18 to 23 (?) years old when these types of things were  happening; AND we were exploring; AND we were often in places where a white guy was not welcome; AND we were often in places where a Chinese guy might be harassed; AND Bruce generally walked in a very “cocky” way that would always attract attention; AND we were often in places where challenges are common between guys of that age; AND finally, we knew that Bruce could end any physical confrontation within three or four seconds.

To describe any of the brief fights that Bruce had back in those days would serve no meaningful purpose here.  In my opinion, it should suffice to say that Bruce Lee was the best fighter that ever lived. Whoops… maybe I should say that Bruce was only “one of” the best fighters who ever lived – so I don’t offend anyone.

                                 BRUCE AND AMY:

First of all, I remember Amy quite well.  Secondly, she was a very good person.  Thirdly, she and Bruce were very good friends.  However, in my opinion it would be rude of me to discuss any “personal relationship” that may (or may not) have previously existed between any woman and any close personal friend of mine. 
            Having said that, I would like to comment on the rumors that Bruce wanted to marry Amy, and that she refused him.  Frankly, I do not know if the rumors are true or not, because I wasn’t there when (or “if”) an alleged discussion about “marriage” took place. 
            However, I “can” definitely say that prior to Bruce and Linda getting married, Bruce and I had a discussion about our personal “relationships” with the various girls that were (or had been) in our lives.  Regarding that issue, we discussed the fact that there are many different kinds of love that are not related to “marriage” (e.g. brotherly love, sisterly love, the love that a guy has for his mother, the love that a guy has for his German Shepherd dog, the love that a guy has for his XKE Jaguar, and the list goes on…).  During that discussion, Bruce personally told me that Linda was the only girl that he had ever really loved in the “marriage” sense.


Essentially, no one could ask for a better friend than Bruce Lee. 


LeRoy Garcia and I taught Bruce how to shoot.  LeRoy has been one of my best friends since I was 15 years old.  This means LeRoy and I have been through a lot of changes together (e.g. marriages, divorces, good times, bad times, friends getting busted, business successes, business reversals, attacks, tactical retreats, “hospital” type injuries, the loss of mutual friends, and the list goes on).   I am not specifically saying that in our youth we were involved in any “bad-guy” activities.  However, I will say that LeRoy was one of the baddest dudes (best fighters) in Seattle, and people would come from all over the city to fight him.  I will also say that guns always seemed to be a very important part of our lives.  For example, I remember that LeRoy once called me and said he needed a gun right away.  I immediately went to his house with a sack full of hand-guns and I told him to take as many as he needed.  From the time I was 15 years old, I always carried at least one gun every day for the entire time that I lived in America.  During the last 20 (?) years, whenever I was in America, I carried a customized Star Firestar M-45 (.45 ACP), double action with an ambidextrous safety that allows for a “cocked-and-locked” carry. I liked that piece because of the caliber, its weight, and because of its small size.   As a back-up I always carried a customized Freedom Arms 22 L.R. five-shot revolver that was so small it could fit inside a flip-top box of Marlboros.  In the “good old days” LeRoy and I often went hunting together, sometimes as far away as the Blue Mountains.  In fact, LeRoy and I once shot a black-bear in my back-yard at my ranch near Redmond, Washington.  LeRoy skinned it (I still have the hide hanging on my wall) and my kids ate the meat.
            Between LeRoy and I, because of our “gun-related” backgrounds [In my “opinion” many of Bruce’s original friends-students in Seattle carried guns on a daily basis.] he and I taught Bruce how to shoot pistols, revolvers, rifles, and shotguns.  Bruce totally loved it.  I loaned Bruce one of my own guns, a very small “antique” Colt .25 Caliber semi-automatic pistol with black handle-grips, and he carried that piece for at least a couple of years.  I have since given that gun (as a Christmas present) to my son, Fred Ellsworth, who is living in the Boston area.  Anyway… Bruce loved to shoot, and therefore we would often go shooting together.  He really liked to practice quick-drawing and shooting at cardboard targets that were the same size and shape as a man.  Occasionally, we “may have” shot in a few areas (and at a few “things”) that were not entirely appropriate.  Whoops… perhaps that is what your specific question about “gun-slinging” is referring to -- in which case I would need to check on “statutes of limitations” before answering any more questions [just kidding, man]. 
            Anyway… it seemed like we always had some sort of “justification” for shooting even if the conditions were not particularly appropriate.  Sometimes, we would even target practice on Capital Hill in the middle of Seattle – using my nine-shot revolver that could shoot very quiet 22 shorts.  I still have that revolver, and there is probably a picture of it on my website. 
            The three of us would often use cap-guns to practice “disarming” each other.  I could be standing 2’ away from Bruce -- cock a cap-gun – point the gun at Bruce’s chest (with his hands in the air) – and he could still deflect the gun and disable me before I could successfully shoot him.  Once he made his move, it was obvious that I could successfully pull the trigger almost every time – and it was equally obvious that my bullet would have missed him every time – and everyone could clearly see that that by the time I pulled the trigger both of my eyes would have been dug out. 


In my own mind and heart, Jesse Glover is like a brother to me.   I would gladly trust him with my life.  My house is his house (at any time) – my car is his car (at any time) – and the list goes on.  I get a great deal of security in my life just from knowing that Jesse is “there” as a best friend that I can always rely upon for honest advice, intelligent counseling, or anything else.  
            In my opinion, Jesse was the best student that Bruce ever had, and he was instrumental in helping Bruce move forward into the Martial Arts Field in America.  That probably sums it up.   

                                           MIKE LEE

I would say that Mike Lee is the third baddest dude I have ever met in my entire life – with Jesse Glover being the second baddest – and with Bruce Lee being the first baddest.  
            One thing is for sure… Mike Lee marches to the beat of his own drummer in every possible way.  For example, he once disappeared for seven years.  None of us knew where he was.  Some of us were afraid that maybe he had been shot and killed by some guy who’s ass he had previously kicked.  Then one morning, my phone rang, and it was Mike.  The short version is… he had been living in some guy’s double garage for seven years while he invented a new combat technique.  His exact words to me were, “I want to show this new technique to you, man, because you are one of the only guys I can think of that won’t be afraid of me after you see it.”  [An explanation is as follows:  Mike started practicing with us when he was only nine (?) years old.  The rest of us were ten to twenty years older.  Since that time, it always seemed to me that Mike was stuck in an “historical time zone” regarding the original pecking order that existed when he was hanging out with us at the age of nine.  In other words, even in later years Mike always seemed to think that us older guys were still better than him – or that he had to respect us -- which always greatly amused me.]   After Mike and I talked on the phone, he came out to visit me right away.  It was a tearful reunion, because after seven years I had actually accepted the fact that he might be dead.  After we talked for awhile, he finally got around to showing me what he could do with the new technique he had developed.  I do not feel that I am at liberty to discuss the system that he showed me.  However, when he was through demonstrating the system, I could only laugh and say, “You were wrong about one thing, Mike… because I “am” afraid of you.”  He laughed as though I was kidding.  It makes me smile now when I think about it.
            A few years later, Mike called me from San Francisco, because he was out of money.  He wanted me to wire some money to him, but he was afraid it would not work because he didn’t have any Identification at all – as in none.  Therefore, I went to my Seafirst Bank in Monroe, Washington and explained the problem to my banker.  At my suggestion, I paid for a long distance call to a downtown San Francisco Seafirst Bank.   I told the banker that I would wire money to my friend Mike Lee; AND that Mike would be coming to her bank to get the money; AND that Mike did not have any I.D.; AND that Mike could be identified by simply examining his forearms.  I told the San Francisco Banker that she should deliver the money only if the guy had the largest and hardest forearms that she had ever seen.   I told her that I would write a “Hold Harmless Agreement,” in which I would hold their entire banking system harmless from any Legal Liability for the loss of the money under those circumstances.  My own banker then got on the phone and spoke in my behalf -- explaining that I was a good friend of hers, and that I really would accept total responsibility for any loss. 
            The next day, my own banker told me that when the teller at the San Francisco bank saw Mike’s forearms she poked at them with her fingers – giggled out loud – called all of her co-workers over to her teller-window for a “look” and a “poke” – and she immediately gave Mike the money.  Mike called me afterwards (reversing the charges, of course), and he was quite amused by the “I.D.” system I had come up with.    

                  BRUCE'S APPROACHES TO GUNG FU:

Some people infer that there are "different approaches" to Bruce's own personal Gung Fu.    In my opinion, that is like saying there are various approaches to “Leonardo DaVinci’s art. Personally, I think Mr. DaVinci would say that his art could NOT (as in "NOT") be altered by using different "approaches" (e.g. “changes”) and still be considered “his” art. 
            Mr DaVinci would probably suggest that if you were to change his art via different "approaches," then it would become “your” art – not “his” art.   Frankly, I can not form any further opinion about this without first  knowing specifically how much the art was altered.
            In my own personal opinion, Bruce’s Jeet Kune Do is not a specific way of fighting.  Instead, it is a “process” whereby a fighter tries to learn enough about fighting so that he can (hopefully) win under any circumstances.  In a sense, the process is a never ending journey – with a “personal” destination that is always elusive and never firmly in one’s grasp.  The best path is for each of us to devise our own system based upon such things as our height, weight, strength, speed, age, physical handicaps, personality, culture, etc.
            In analogy, I might say this:  As a log home builder I want to have every tool in my tool box that I might ever need when I am building a log home.  Once those tools are in my box, and their use has become "second-nature" to me, I never need to “think” about which tool I will select in order to get a specific job done.  I “automatically” know which tool to use – without even thinking about it. Essentially, under those circumstances I can “win” every time (at least when dealing with log home problems).     
            It seems to me that a lot of guys who only spoke with Bruce for a total of two or three minutes are eager to tell us exactly how Bruce felt about this… or that… or the other thing.  In my opinion, those types of people should each try to get a “life” of their own. 

                                           LIFE IN THE PHILIPPINES:

Not surprisingly, a lot of American guys are writing to me about the possibility of moving here.  In my own case, I am currently writing to you from my beautiful beach-front home, which is located on one of the most beautiful tropical islands in the world.  There are 7,000 of these islands here, and more than half of them are “not” inhabited. 
            Our home is located at (and part of) our resort which is called SKIP’S BEACH RESORT.   At our resort, we have a cozy beach-front hotel – a restaurant – a videoke-bar – and a totally beautiful beach. 
            Also, as part of our facility, I have built the only totally free public campground in all of Southeast Asia.  The use of our free campground also includes the free use of our permanent camp-shelters -- free use of our small sail-boats -- free use of our ten-speed bicycles -- free use of our wireless internet connection -- free use of our “open-fire” cooking facilities -- free use of our beach-front gazebos -- free use of our beach (for swimming and snorkeling) -- etc. 
            Our resort is located in a relatively primitive area where many of our neighbors are fishermen and farmers that live in small grass shacks -- with no electricity, no running water, no NOTHING. Their average monthly income (per family) can be less than $30. U.S. per month. 
            However, as ironic as it might seem, here at our resort we have all of the modern conveniences, including cable TV – telephones -- a DSL line – a municipal water supply – air conditioning in every room – an excellent access road, etc.  Fortunately, Cebu City is only three hours away from here, and it is the second largest city in the Philippines.  It has huge shopping malls, five star hotels (for people that want to “hide” the beautiful Filipino culture), excellent restaurants, many movie houses, and lots of western culture of all kinds.  In other words, we are living in a place where we can easily enjoy the best of both worlds. 
            My wife Belle owns and manages the resort, which leaves me free to take care of the
really important stuff, such as hanging out with our hotel-guests – swimming – snorkeling – sailing – fishing – island-hopping -- jeeping – motorcycle riding – exploring – writing – doing legal research – putting up with all of these beautiful girls -- etc.  Help !!!

                           MY VISITS TO THE STATES:

In the past I would usually return to the states once every five to seven years.  However, the last time I was in America I could hardly wait to return to the land of the free.  In other words, I only stayed in America for a very short time. 

I hesitate to go to America at all now, because I do not want my two young children (Chip is 13 years old, and Flip is 21 months old) to experience life in a “police state.” 
Essentially, I am troubled by the following types of facts: 

                            #1)  America has more people in prison (per capita of population) than any other country in the world – times

                #2)   It has more prisons (per capita of population) than any other country – times two. 

                #3)  It has more police than any other country except England – times two. 

                #4) Every American child is a ward of the state until it reaches the age of majority, which means that “your”
                                   American children are not really “your” children. 

                #5) The Supreme Court recently ruled in a 5-to-4 decision that Federal Law Enforcement Officers are immune
                                   from lawsuits for mishandling, losing or even stealing personal property that comes under their control in
                                   the course of their official duties.  

                #6)  In America they can arrest you without a warrant – put you in jail without a trial – keep you in jail
                                    “indefinitely” (which is simply another word for “forever”) – forbid you from having visitors and/or legal
                                    council forever – and torture you on a daily basis until you confess to something. 

                #7)  If you don’t believe it, then I highly suggest that you read the “Patriot Act.” 

                #8)  Canada just placed America on the very short list of countries that use torture. 
What more do I need to know about life in America ??? 

As a parent, I can not in good conscience, allow my children to experience that kind of a life. 

Of course, if my country ever needs me, I will do anything within my power to help it.  However, as a responsible parent my primary obligation (at least for now) is to safeguard my family and my two young children, from an exposure to "life in a police-state."

Therefore, I have no alternative but to keep my children here in Southeast Asia (the Philippines, Thailand, Cambodia, Laos, Burma, Indonesia, Vietnam, Malaysia, etc.) where they can live in relative “freedom” and “safety.” 

                                                     MY INVOLVEMENT WITH LOG HOMES: 

The following photo of me on the cover of "THE LOG HOUSE BUILDER'S JOURNAL" was taken when I was a very young man.  Frankly, I can not remember the year this photo was taken -- and the date does not appear on the front cover.  However, I am guessing that this photo was taken more than half a century ago. 

My own personal background regarding log homes is as follows:  I am a fifth generation log home builder.  My great-great grandfather, Ruben Jones Ellsworth, built the first log home in Nashua Iowa in 1853.  An article about Ruben and his home is included in the book, THE HISTORY OF BUTLER AND BREMMER COUNTIES, 1853.  [I will gladly pay $500. U.S. Dollars for a good copy of the book.] My father started to take me on log home jobs with him when I was only two years old.  I grew up working on log homes with my dad and his workers.  We worked “on” and “near” the Indian Reservation that we lived on.  By the time I was twelve years old I knew more about building log homes than any of the other guys that worked on our crew – even though some of them were as old as my dad.  At that age I started to supervise the crew whenever my dad could not be there.

I built my current personal log home at my current ranch near Seattle in approximately 1982. It is a relatively large home (7,000 sq. ft), and it was used by Universal Studios to film the “log mansion” scenes for the TV Series called NORTHERN EXPOSURE, which was on TV for many years.  My home is the log mansion that was “lived in” by the character named Maurice (played by the actor Barry Corbin). 

My friends and I personally cut all of the logs that were used to build my 7,000 sq. ft. home (and also my 1,500 sq. ft. log guest home, and also several other log structures on the same property).  We skidded all of the logs out of my own forest – peeled them – seasoned them – prepared them – and built the home at a “fraction” of what the normal costs would be for a home of that size. 

My main home has been featured in many major magazines, newspapers, Architectural Publications, on television, etc.  For example, it was last featured on TV via KOMO TVs NORTHWEST AFTERNOON, (Channel 4 in Seattle) in a documentary called PREMIER NORTHWEST HOMES – showing local homes that are worth five million dollars to fifteen million dollars.   
Looking back on it, I was totally not aware of how important my log home knowledge could eventually be to me until I started teaching people how to build them.   I was also totally not aware of how much I could eventually help other people (socio-economically) by passing my knowledge on to them.  
Approximately five years after I started teaching, I created a process for passing this knowledge on to others via a 22 hour class (11 hours on Saturday, and 11 hours on Sunday) in which I taught people everything they needed to know in order to build the best possible log homes – in the fastest possible time – for the least amount of money.
I ended up teaching my two-day (e.g. Saturday and Sunday) log home building course via the University of Washington for 108 consecutive terms.  I also taught the same two-day class at many other schools, such as Central Seattle Community College – North Seattle Community College – South Seattle Community College – Shoreline Community College – Highline Community College – Bellevue Community College – Everett Community College – Redmond Parks Department – Issaquah Parks Department – Seattle University -- and many other institutions. All of my classes were taught at my log homes at my ranches near Redmond and Monroe, Washington (25 minutes from Seattle City Limits).  After attending my two-day class, my students built some of the best log homes in the world (hundreds of photos are on my website).  Upon reflection, maybe I was teaching the Jeet Kune Do of log home building. <Smile…>
As for me, I am still excited by (and in awe of) the fact that I can build a beautiful log home for less money than it costs to buy a trailer house; AND that I can build a nice log home in less than twelve weeks. 

I always recommended that my students build “mortgage-free” log homes, so they can live the rest of their lives in relative socio-economic freedom. 

In fact, I used to confess to my students that my classes were not really about log homes – instead they were only about using log homes as a tool for achieving “socio-economic” freedom.  
In my opinion, learning how to build log homes can have a much better socio-economic effect upon a person’s life than obtaining an “average” college education. 
I have now been retired for many years.  However, my same two-day classes (which are no longer connected to any college or university) are still being taught at my ranch near Seattle by my youngest American son, “Ellsworth” who has no first name or middle name – and my good friend Steve White.  You can check out the website which contains a lot of information about log homes – photos of them – photos of my NORTHERN EXPOSURE home – etc.  In my opinion, the website contains information that can allow someone to save up to half of the cost of a proposed log home.
Fortunately, it is possible to retire on the rental income from only one small log home in America, “IF” once can be happy living like a king on a beautiful tropical island here in Southeast Asia.  Is that cool… or what ??? 

                                      LIVING IN THE PHILIPPINES:


At this point I have lived in Southeast Asia for many years – including such places as Thailand – Cambodia – Laos – Burma – Indonesia – Malaysia – Singapore – Kowloon – Hong Kong – Macau – China – the Philippines – various islands in the Sulu Sea and the South China Sea – etc.  In my opinion, the Philippines is the best country in the world in which to live.  During my first five minutes of living here, I experienced more personal freedom than I had experienced in America during the past [almost seventy] years.  If a police-state is at one end of the spectrum, the Philippines is definitely at the “opposite” end of the same spectrum.   


It is possible to live very well here for almost nothing.  For example, here is a direct quote from the  National Statistical Coordination Board [2007] -- as follows:

                “The average FIVE MEMBER FILIPINO FAMILY living near the National Capital Region in Manila [one of the most
                expensive areas in the Philippines] spent P8,254 a month [$206. U.S. Dollars per month at the current exchange-rate of 40
                to 1] last year to sustain its minimum basic food and non-food needs.  Of this amount, P4,920 (60 percent) [$123. U.S.
                Dollars] would have been allocated for basic food needs and P3,334 (40 percent) [$83. U.S. Dollars] would have been
                allocated for basic non-food needs of the family.  At the national level [including populations that are living in every socio-
                economic area] a family of five needed to spend P204 daily [$5. U. S. Dollars] to buy its minimum basic food and non-food


If you are a single man (e.g. not married), then I suggest that you to come to the Philippines at least twenty years ago.  Whoops… I guess it's too late for that. 

Anyway… I would at least come here as fast as you can.  No matter when you come here, you will probably kick yourself for not having come here YEARS ago.  This is because the women here make perfect wives if a guy goes through the right selection process.  There are several reasons for this, as follows:

  1. There is no way to get a divorce in the Philippines because there is no provision for it under Christian Filipino Law. 
  2. Because there is no divorce in this country, the culture trains people to accept the fact that a marriage must last forever (a huge incentive for everyone to work hard to keep things running smoothly).
  3. The “male” roles and the “female” roles are generally quite different in this culture, and therefore there is very little “competition” between husbands and wives. 
  4. In this culture, a man and his wife are actually taught to “respect” each other.
  5. The current average age difference between my American friends and their Filipina wives or girl-friends is 35 years.  These types of age differences are very common here, and no one thinks about them at all. 
  6. As for me, I am forty years older than my wife – and twenty years older than her parents.   No one in Asia even thinks about it.
  7. The respect that an Asian wife has for her “older” husband is often a result of the Asian “reverence for age.”
  8. My friend Steve White just married my wife’s sister, Ahmee.  When they got married, Ahmee was 18 years old, and Steve was 36 years old.  Obviously, that means that Steve is twice as old as Ahmee.  This is “normal” here.
  9. The rest of the news regarding Ahmee is as follows:  She is a “provincial girl” which means that she was raised with “old world” values.  Prior to her marriage to Steve, she had never been alone with a man – never held hands with a man – never kissed a man – etc.  In other words, because of her age and cultural background she does not have any “baggage” left over from a bunch of failed relationships.  Therefore, it is totally impossible for Ahmee to hate Steve (via a “transference” of hatred) for something that her fifth boyfriend or husband did to her 20 years ago.  


  1. My American friend named Scott (46 years old) arrived in the Philippines on a Friday. 
  2. Three days later, he met a gorgeous 18 year old “provincial” girl.
  3. In another three days he and the girl were married.
  4. In other words, once my friend arrived here in the Philippines, his bachelorhood lasted only six days.


The physical aspects of martial arts no longer interest me.  Although I still have a large amount of respect for people that do that sort of thing, I personally have moved on from it.

At this time in my life, I only resort to the use of Gung Fu when the “bad-guys” leave me no alternative.   However, rather than use Gung Fu, I would greatly prefer to buy the “bad-guys” a beer -- become friends with them – and part on friendly terms.       

My above-mentioned feelings about martial arts is greatly exacerbated by the fact that I now live in Southeast Asia where disputes are more likely to be settled with knives in the back -- or with long range sniper-rifles -- or with shorter-range semi-automatic rifles -- or with short range shotguns -- or with hand-guns (often home-made) -- or even with hand-grenades or dynamite. 

In my area, these guys hardly ever want to "fight" each other... they only want to "kill" each other.  For example, it is very common for ten guys that EACH have a machete to attack one guy that has NO machete.   Frankly, bringing Gung Fu into most of my neighborhoods would be like bringing a child’s sling-shot to a serious gun-fight.   

Because of the above-mentioned cultural phenomenon, "fighting" (as in "one against one") is generally considered to be an extremely stupid thing to do here.  In other words, unless we are talking about “professional” fighters” these guys almost NEVER fight each other in order to prove who is the best fighter -- or the baddest dude -- or the bravest -- or to get a pat on the back from their peer group -- or to get credit for a win. 

Instead, the guys that I hang out with here only become involved in the "situation" in order to eliminate a problem that exists in their lives.  It is more like, "strictly business."  In a strange and perhaps somewhat amusing sense, this usually eliminates the involvement of "personal ego" when it comes to fighting.   Obviously, this involves a different “cultural” way of looking at things.  Anyway…because of my experiences here in Southeast Asia, I have personally lost interest in the physical aspects of martial arts.

                                                    BRUCE'S IMPACT ON MY LIFE:

Frankly, it was not Bruce Lee’s “life” that impacted my life for the better.  As far as I am concerned, how Bruce lived his life was his own private business, AND how I live my life will always be my own private business.  In other words, Bruce lived his life the way he wanted, just as I am still doing.

However, I must say that my life was definitely impacted for the better by Bruce’s “friendship” – and to a lesser extent by the fact that he gave me a small part of his “knowledge” regarding Gung Fu.   Those two great gifts will impact my life forever. 

                                   CURRENT "MARTIAL ARTS" POLITICS:

Frankly, I have never paid much attention to politics.  However, I do remember being pleasantly surprised by how nice everybody was at any of the BRUCE LEE meetings that I ever attended.  Linda Cadwell is one of my favorite people in the Universe – as is Taky Kimura (a perfect gentleman in every sense of the term).  John Little Is an awesome dude, and I will always remember him as we would sit around my kitchen table with Jesse Glover -- Sonny Umpad [R.I.P.] the Escrimador and knife fighter --  Renato Alfonso (Sonny’s protégé) -- Jim DeMile, etc. 

Of course, I have my own opinion regarding why the Nucleus was disbanded, but I do not feel that I should discuss it because that was their business – not my business.  In other words, if they had the right to “start” the group (which o course they did), then they should also have the right to “stop” the group (which of course they did) without other people interfering or even commenting. 
Frankly, one of the most important things I learned from my association with the martial arts sub-culture is this:
                        I learned how to immediately tell the difference between things
                                  that “are” my business and things that “are not” my business.


As I recall, the first meeting that Taky Kimura attended (and also perhaps that Pat Strong attended) was held in the covered  parking lot of the “Blue Shield Insurance Company Building,” which was located on Broadway – a few blocks to the South (?) of Ruby Chow’s Restaurant, and on the West side of the street.  The meeting was on a weekend, so we had the entire parking lot to ourselves except for a few workers that probably thought we were “nuts.”  If I remember correctly that was the time Bruce had four or five new students (including Taky and Pat) that were coming for the first time. 

For some reason I arrived at the meeting an hour late.  At first when I got there I walked past the group, as though I was a stranger.  Then I stopped, turned around, and in a challenging voice I said to the group,   “Hey… is that stuff supposed to be a ‘fighting technique’ ???” 

Bruce and our “regular” friends pretended that they did not know me, and Bruce said something like, “Get out of here and leave us alone.”  I said something about kicking Bruce’s ass, and things accelerated verbally from there.  Some of the new guys were obviously getting worried.  They were looking at each other – looking at Bruce – looking at me – etc. 

Finally, Bruce and I (and the regular gang) burst out laughing, and all of the new guys became aware of the joke. I was then introduced to the new guys, and everybody was still laughing.  Were you there, Taky... Pat.... ???


                          FAVORITE MEMORIES OF THE PAST:


 Because of Bruce’s growing reputation, we were asked to give a Gung Fu exhibition at the Chinatown in Vancouver, Canada. We drove up to Canada in Jim DeMile’s car.  In the car, there was Bruce Lee, Jesse Glover, Jim DeMile, LeRoy Garcia, Ed Hart, and me.  In dealing with the border guards, we got into Canada with no problems at all, and we gave our exhibition as planned.   Afterwards, Bruce and his gang (that was “us”) were taken to dinner at the Ho Ho Restaurant.  The Chinatown officials had reserved the entire second floor of the restaurant for our party (perhaps 150 people).  However, we were the guests of honor, and therefore we sat at a HUGE round table with a large revolving circular tray in the center of it.  Our circular tray was loaded with dishes of food, and the rest of our table had 10 or 20 bottles of booze on it.  Bruce Lee was sitting on my left, and Jesse Glover was sitting on my right. It was then that I made a terrible mistake – a mistake I will be forced to live with for the rest of my life.  Specifically… I made the mistake of challenging Jesse Glover to a drinking contest.  As I recall, we started with a newly opened bottle of Cutty Sark and two shot glasses.  Unfortunately, that is the last thing I remember about the Ho Ho Restaurant.
The next thing I knew, they were trying to wake me up at the border.  The windows of the car were rolled down, and a border-guard was shining his flashlight in my face.  Apparently, he kept asking me where I was born.  Apparently, I kept saying, “I don’t know.”  They tell me that we all had to get out of the car while the guard questioned me.  They tell me that I didn’t know the answers to even ONE of the guard’s questions.  They tell me that I was very polite, and that I was smiling constantly – but I couldn’t even tell the guard my own name.  They tell me that the guard was actually laughing as he questioned the other guys about me – and as Bruce got my wallet out of my pocket and showed him my I.D., etc.  They tell me that the guard finally let me cross the border and return to my fatherland.  I assume that he really did let me cross the border because I definitely woke up at my girl friend’s apartment in Seattle the next morning.  One thing I know for sure is this; I will probably NEVER be able to convince Jesse that I was the winner of our drinking contest.


Another incident that ended up being amusing to both Bruce and I involved the “only” time I ever helped Bruce Lee deal with fear.  Hey… I might be the only man in the world that ever saw Bruce be afraid of something.  It happened like this: 
Bruce called me at my girlfriends apartment one afternoon.  He spoke calmly, but he appeared to be somewhat excited.  In fact, he was stuttering.  He was saying, “Skip I’m in Chinatown and I want you to come here right away.  It involves an emergency.  It’s my eyes. I think I’m going blind,  Get here as fast as you can,  Bring somebody with you.  Bring Jesse if you can, but just get here immediately…,” etc.  I literally broke a speed record getting from the U. District to Chinatown.  I parked in an alley, and ran as fast as I could to our clubhouse. 

At the clubhouse, Bruce was sitting in a chair with his eyes closed as I burst through the door.  However, in less than one second he was on his feet and talking to me.  He explained that just before he called me he had been sitting in a chair on the sidewalk – and he was staring up at the sky.  As he was staring up at the blue sky, he suddenly saw spots in his eyes.  The spots were “everywhere.”  Sometimes he could see them clearly, but sometimes they would be hard to see.  He thought he was going blind, and therefore he was quite concerned (e.g. obviously, "blindness" would be a major disadvantage for a martial artist). 

I questioned Bruce about the spots for two or three minutes before I suddenly realized that he had only seen the “floaters” that normally exist in the thin layer of fluid that coats the eye-ball.  I explained that floaters are perfectly NORMAL.  However, he had a hard time believing it because he had never seen them before.  It was only after I thoroughly explained what they are like – how they move – how they “float” – etc. -- that he realized I was describing the exact phenomenon he had experienced.  Therefore, he finally accepted what I told him.  Needless-to-say, Bruce was very happy to hear that there was nothing wrong with his eyes.  Of course, we had a good laugh about it. 


In the early Seattle years, Bruce believed that Gung Fu originated in India, and worked its way across the Himalayas (through Tibet) into China. In approximately 1959 or 1960, the University of Washington brought a huge number of Tibetan refugees (religious dignitaries) to Seattle for the purpose of studying their culture, giving them refuge from the Chinese invaders, etc.  Professor Ekvall at the U. of W. was responsible for the Tibetans. 

At Bruce’s request, I contacted Ekvall, and made arrangements for us to give a Kung Fu exhibition for the Tibetan monks – so we could determine if they had anything similar to Kung Fu in their country.  Arrangements were made for Bruce and me to drive my car (a powder blue 1957 Chevrolet Convertible with a white top) to the U. District, pick up the monks and take them to our Kung Fu Club in Chinatown.  When Bruce and I arrived at the home where the monks were staying we were advised by an interpreter that the monks were among the most important Tibetan dignitaries in the world. 

When we met them in their home near University Village, I became aware of the fact that their long robes made them look very serious, dignified, and religious.  I also became aware of the fact that it was a nice, warm sunny afternoon.  Suddenly, my sense of humor got the best of me, and before we got into my car I motioned for the monks to wait just one moment -- as I proceeded to put the top down.  I knew that the monks had just arrived in America, and I was sure that they had never seen an “electric” convertible top go down.  They were totally amazed when they saw the electric top go down all by itself.  They got very excited, and they started talking to each other very quickly in Tibetan.  At that time, I’m not sure that Bruce knew what I intended to do.  However, it became obvious when we loaded the monks into the car, and I started driving toward Chinatown.  As I was speeding through the streets of Seattle, and the wind was blowing robes, hair, sashes, etc., the monks got so nervous that they started to chant in unison.  To me, it looked like they thought we were all going to die. 

To me, as a punk kid with a weird sense of humor, it was amusing that our two cultures were “coming together” in such a strange way.  Now that I am more than a half a century older, I am embarrassed that I gave them a ride like that.  I have no excuse for it except that I was only a punk kid at the time, and I was too stupid to realize that I was being a jerk.  In my limited (e.g. “stupid”) perception, I was only having some fun.  When we arrived in Chinatown the monks stopped chanting, and they piled out of my car as fast as they could. At that time they were (thankfully) laughing about the ride, obviously talking about it, etc. Also, they might have been laughing because they were relieved to have lived through the experience. 

Anyway… Professor Ekvall was already waiting for us at our Kung Fu Club, with some of our other guys.  Inside our club, we proceeded to give a Kung Fu exhibition for the monks.  Suddenly, when they saw what we were doing, the monks became very serious and somber.  They seemed to be somewhat upset by what they saw.  They appeared to be surprised and perplexed that we were doing Kung Fu. 

After we finished our exhibition, Professor Ekvall asked the monks if they had anything like “Kung-Fu” in their country.  The monks made it clear that they did have something similar to what we were doing – but they were not at liberty to discuss it.  Professor Ekvall spoke to them in their own language, and he told us they refused to talk about it because it was related to their religion in some way.  Bruce was disappointed that we did not learn more from them.  A short time after the exhibition, Ekvall left with the monks.  They were obviously relieved to be riding home with Ekvall.

Later on, I often visited the monks at their home near University Village, and surprisingly they were always very friendly towards me in spite of the ride we gave them.  I got to know them quite well even though the language barrier made it impossible for me to communicate with them verbally.  Essentially, they were extremely nice people.

Three months later, another smaller group of monks arrived in Seattle, I met them at the University Village home of the “first” group.  A month or so later, I ended up taking three members of the “second group” to meet Bruce in Chinatown, and where we put on another (smaller) exhibition for them.  Their reaction was pretty much the same as the first group, in the sense that they apparently didn’t want to discuss what they saw us doing.


The Tai Tung Restaurant is still located at 655 S. King St., in Seattle’s Chinatown.  The telephone number is (206)-622-7372 – and they are open from 10 AM to 1 AM.  Physically, the place has been dramatically remodeled since the “good old days” but they still have the best (authentic) Chinese Food in town.  In fact, it is where the “real” working-class Chinese people ate – with lots of good food at a low price.  One of the major advantages for us is… we could always find “something” on the menu that we could afford.  Whenever possible, we would go there after practice – often including Bruce, Jesse, Jim, Taky, LeRoy, Me, etc.  It gave Bruce a chance to discuss “verbally” what we had just done “physically.”  It gave him a chance to get “philosophical.”  I probably ate at the Tai Tung almost every day.  The head waiter there became a personal friend of mine.  His name was Eddie Woo (Eddie Muy), and I hope he is still alive and well, because he was a very nice guy and a good friend to one and all.             
For example, When my mother had an operation at the Northgate Hospital (where she was the hospital administrator), Eddie sent the largest bouquet of flowers that had ever arrived at the hospital.  In fact, the bouquet had to be modified temporarily in order for it to fit through the door to her room.  Every employee in the hospital came to see it. 
Also, the Thai Tung guys were very much into horse-racing, and therefore they always leased a private box at Longacres Racetrack. My girlfriend, Judy (from Alpha Chi Omega) and I were often invited to share their box. 

In other words, as far as Bruce’s “gang” is concerned, the Tai Tung restaurant became an important part of our lives at that time.   Really... forever.


The funeral service was at Butterworth’s Mortuary on East Pine Street, near the west-central part of the business area of Capital Hill in Seattle.  Essentially, the funeral service was by “invitation only” but there was a huge crowd of people there, and it appears that a lot of people “gate-crashed.”  At the service, I sat between Jesse Glover on my right and his half-brother Mike Lee on my left.  Mike had two black hard-rubber balls (one in each hand), and he “power-squeezed” them rapidly all through the Service.  Jesse and I just sat there and listened to the minister as he delivered the Service. 

The glass-topped casket had been placed at the front of the room, and at the appropriate time, each of Bruce’s original students got into the long line to “take turns” approaching the casket.  Jesse was directly ahead of me in line, and Mike was directly behind me.  When it was our personal turn to reach the casket each of us saluted our Brother Bruce for the final time.

When the funeral service was over, it seemed like everyone was just milling around looking lost and dazed in our sadness.  It was like no one knew what to say to anyone else.  It was a very sad time.  Eventually, we were advised that the casket was loaded in the hearse, and we could then get into our cars and follow it to the cemetery for the Burial Service.  The burial was at the Lake View Cemetery,155415th Avenue E., on North Capital Hill in Seattle. 
At that time, I had a 1956 Porsche Speedster (a roadster with a very low-profile convertible top).  It is designed to accommodate only a driver and one passenger.  At the back of the two seats, there is only a small luggage shelf, where two kids under the age of 8 could sit.  As things turned out, when we left for the cemetery we managed to squeeze six of our biggest guys into that car.  I drove sitting sideways, to make room for someone to sit between me and what should have been the only passenger – and the other three guys in the back were folded almost in half.  [Hey… we could never do it now, at our ages.]  When we drove into the cemetery, people in general were looking at the Speedster as it drove up and stopped.  Several people smiled as the first big guy got out.  There were even more smiles as a second big dude got out.  By the time six big guys got out of that little car, come of the on-lookers were actually laughing out loud.  I guess this is what Shakespeare calls “comic relief” as it pertains to tragic situations.  As I recall, the guys who rode in my car were Jesse Glover, Mike Lee, Ed Hart, Jim DeMile, Le Roy Garcia, and me. 

As Bruce was being buried, I took two hands-full of dirt – threw one on top of the casket (as everyone else was doing) – and I put the other in my suit-coat pocket.  That dirt is now in a special urn in the BRUCE LEE ROOM of my Northern Exposure log home.  


My feelings regarding that issue can be summed up as follows

#1)  Bruce Lee did more to make people aware of martial arts than any person who has ever lived. 

#2)  Bruce Lee is probably one of the four most famous men that has ever lived on this earth. 

#3)  I personally believe that at least half of the martial artists in the world today would not be practicing martial arts if it were
       not for Bruce Lee. 

#4)  Bruce had a very positive “ripple-effect” upon an amazingly high percentage of the current population of the world. 

#5)  The effects of what Bruce did are still growing exponentially. 

#6)  Because Bruce greatly increased the popularity of martial arts, I believe that he almost single-handedly created a new
       industry throughout the world; AND this new industry has had a very positive socio-economic impact on the world’s
       martial arts schools – martial arts teachers – the martial arts movement -- etc. 

                                         EVEN MORE IMPORTANT:  

 Ironically, what Bruce Lee did to promote martial arts throughout the world is NOTHING compared to what he did to promote China and the Chinese culture. 

Essentially, the respect that people previously had for China and its culture was increased beyond belief because of Bruce’s influence. Therefore, at least in my opinion, China should feel very indebted to Bruce, and it should honor him in some way. 

Personally, I think that China should build an extremely large statue of Bruce (perhaps similar to the Statue of Liberty in New York).  This statue could be built as the main attraction at a brand new “BRUCE LEE WORLD CENTER,” that could be built at Hong Kong.  Such a center would undoubtedly become one of the most popular tourist attractions in the world – even more so than Hong Kong’s Disneyland.  A center of that type -- with a statue of that size – including the huge collections of Bruce Lee paraphernalia that could be accumulated (purchased or  borrowed) from all over the world -- would attract more than enough tourists to pay for itself (via admission fees) within five years.  Also, it would pay for itself many times over by bringing tourists to the surrounding hotels, restaurants, etc.  Also, even before such a center was fully completed it would easily pay for itself in the form of free publicity for the Chinese Tourist Trade.   

Let’s do it !!!




This year my good friend, Bill Bremmer (one of Bruce’s original students in California) recently came to visit US here at Skip’s Beach Resort.  His dad, Bob Bremmer (currently approximately 80 years old)  was also one of Bruce Lee’s original students in California – and he too is an awesome guy (do a Google Search on the name Bob Bremmer).  Bill stayed with us here for a few days, and we had a wonderful time talking about the “good old days.” We are hoping that Bill will return soon.  Here is a photo of Bill and Skip, hanging out in Skip's beach-front office.

This year, Renato Alfonso also visited with his awesome son, Sebastian.  We are hoping they will return and live here permanently.  We would love to have them as neighbors.  Here is a photo of Renato and his son at the Daanbantayan Public Market -- and another photo of them in the kitchen at Skip's home in Daanbantayan.

Photos of other guests will be added within the next few days.


Part two


“None are more enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.”

"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the Gods."
Albert Einstein

"There is no absolute knowledge. And those who claim it, whether they are scientists or dogmatists, open the door to tragedy. All information is imperfect. We have to treat it with humility."
J. Bronowski

"The things that will destroy us are: politics [power] without principle; pleasure without conscience; wealth without work; knowledge without character; business without morality; science without humanity; and worship without sacrifice."
Mahatma Mohandas K. Gandhi

“There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

Albert Einstein