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He was a 10th degree black belt in Japan. We all heard about him and our instructor who was a 2nd degree black belt had studied Karate in Japan during his Army tours, as he called them.

I was a green belt back then; –the belts go, white, green, brown, purple and black; –or so they did in St. Paul, in San Francisco, there was no such thing as a ?Purple?, belt. In any case, several times I got thinking and talking to Jim about traveling to San Francisco —-where Gosei Yamaguchi opened up his Karate Studio in the early 60?s. He was the oldest son to Gogen Yamaguchi, the Cat, and was putting together an International, National and regional karate organization at the time I arrived in San Francisco. The Cat was a legend in his own time, and Gosei was like Bruce Lee, 6th degree, and unbeaten, at least in my eyes. We had heard he had beaten Yamamoto, a karate man who had killed a man once, and who had broken the horns off of bulls that challenged him; or maybe it was the other way around.
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