Kung Fu at the Getty Center

A few months ago T and I went up the the Getty with my sister Roz and her little girl Josie. We had lunch and sat on the lawn and watched T go to town on some of the local riff raff.

He's getting antsy here after what he considers an inordinate amount of time for lunch.  He's so put off in fact he refuses to acknowledge me until I've come to my senses and set him loose.

Roslyn is convincing him to steal something here I'm sure.

And it's begun.  A quick spin kick to the head has his opponent on the ground begging for mercy...

But T shows little mercy, indeed none at all as he proceeds to chase his poor mark down the hill sending his compatriots scrambling in fear for their mothers or at the very least the protection of an arbor of bougainvillea.