Dale A. Jenkins (1946-1984)


Conspicuous by its absence, is any article on this site dedicated to my sensei.the man


For someone with as much to say about heritage and tradition as I seem to be, I have to wonder about that even more than perhaps you are. The simple truth is - I don't know where to begin.


As I mention in the Articles blurb, you can find a lot of information about him elsewhere: Where he was born, who he studied with, what he accomplished, who he taught... Lots of testimonials, too. (Hell, I hear one of the guys, from back in the day, even built a shrine to Mr. Jenkins in the backyard of his dojo.)


It's all good, I guess. I just can't (He hated that word, and I'm sure I'll pay for using it!) bring myself to rehash his bio. You see, that stuff only tells you who he was; not who he was. For that you need stories, and stories I've got.


For ten all too short years, I either saw or spoke to my teacher nearly every other day. Inside the dojo and out. In fact, I like to tell people that I learned half the karate I know sitting on a bar stool. Oh yes, I've got stories - stories I'm just not yet ready to tell.


It's been many years since his passing in 1984, and I've thought of my teacher once a day - every day - without a miss. And I still can't (There's that word again) do it without a tear or a smile. No, I'm not obsessed; he just keeps coming up all the time!


Check back. I'll write them over time, I'm sure.


Meanwhile, take a second look at this site and all that's in it with new eyes. Maybe, in a sense, I have already begun. Maybe, like that wonderful Richard Dreyfuss movie, all this is, well, Mr. Jenkins' Opus.



Sal Musco,

Student (The best title ever worth having.)