Dining with Friends at The Blue Door Restaurant: Greek Inspired Touch on American Classics Cuisine

“We believe that all of one’s senses must feel the soul of the restaurant in order to capture its essence.”—Pete and Sylvia Foundas

When the Blue Door replaced the Chevy’s at Westgate Center in San Jose in the winter of 2016, I thought it was just another sports bar and never gave it a chance. “What’s with the blue” I thought? Hooking up with our neighbors and friends, Susan and Nelson Bye, I was about to find out. But first things first—the incredible food.

The four of us ordered the following from an extensive array of menu offerings:
Mediterranean Platter: hummus, eggplant, tzatziki and grilled Chicken Kebab; Curry Chicken Mac: with roasted chicken, sweet peppers, carrots, green onions, ginger, garlic, coconut milk and Thai basil; Pastichio: Greek Lasagna layered with seasoned beef, béchamel and elbow pasta and Lamb Sliders: with feta cheese, garlic-oregano aioli, pickled cucumbers and red onion. For dessert we shared a Berry Crisp with vanilla ice cream and Pistachio Creme Brulee that was recommended by our waiter Pedro. The food did not disappoint, the service was excellent and the ambiance was beyond what I expected. Yes, there is a sports bar in a separate section that offers early bird specials at great savings. They also serve breakfast and lunch.

In designing the 7500 square foot Blue Door, Pete and Sylvia Foundas, first-generation Greek Americans had a goal in mind: To create a comfortable, hospitable and joyful environment inspired by Costa Navarino, one of their favorite resorts in southern Greece.

As far as the significance of Blue” in the name "Blue Door," it is part of Greek folklore dating back over 5000 years. Greece is surrounded by a sea of blue and is also represented in it’s flag. In Greek mythology, blue is the color that wards off the “Nazar” or the “Evil Eye,” from someone who secretely wishes you ill-will due to jealously or envy. Its also been said that Greek wives would paint their front doors blue when their fishermen-husbands went off to sea, believing it would protect them from harm. People would also carry, wear, or pin a glass blue eyed charm on a baby’s clothing to keep them safe. I totally identified with this custom, since my grandfather was fisherman in Sicily, and the Evil Eye there is called (Malocchio). It was common for many Italians to wear a gold or silver colored horn on a necklace resembling a chili pepper to protect them from the evil spirits. In my younger years I used to wear one on Italian 18 karat chain. See photo with the evil eye painting between the nutcracker soldiers!

Photo Credit of Blue door in Greece: Stevetopper.com

The French Connection: Martinis Rouge, Hors d'oeuvres with Friends, & How we Created our own Destiny

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”—Eleanor Roosevelt

The invitation: “Would you like some fresh oranges and lemons," our host, neighbor and friend, Gretchen Sand-Preville asked? "Stop by with Cecile and Bruce could slice an orange and make us a few Martinis Rouge…just like at Deux Magots,” she added. As a representative of Rinconada Hills, Gretchen gave us a welcome package when we first moved into this gated community over two years ago. She and her husband Bruce live at the other end of the cul-de-sac from us. 

Les Deux Magots (i.e.“two Chinese figurines”) is a famous cafe’ in the Saint-Germain-des-Pres area of Paris. Cecile and I had been there several times while staying at the Hotel Lutetia back in 2006. Back in the day it was an old hangout of artists and writers such as Jean-Paul Sartre, Camus, James Joyce, Ernest Hemmingway, and Pablo Picasso. Gretchen and Bruce sat at the Les Deux Magots and enjoyed martinis during a month long trip to Spain and France. They wanted to relive that experience with us and we were more than willing.

At 5 PM we walked down to Gretchen and Bruce’s cozy home with the colorful bougainvillea out front. Bruce made us Martinis Rouge. I remember the taste. Growing up my parents used to serve guests Martini and Rossi vermouth (Martinis Rouge) on ice followed by a cup of espresso. The Preville's also offered Pellegrino and had a coffee table set up of Hors d’oeuveres, including sugar peas, white fish dip with capers and crackers, assorted nuts, and chocolate covered almonds.

The invitation came after Gretchen read a recent story I posted on my blog site: enjoyyourlifenow.net that triggered a childhood memory that had changed the course of her life. While at her computer, she could see their naval orange tree out her window, a reminder of her Aunt Mary and Uncle Bill’s visit from California to her home town of Flint, Michigan when she was a young girl. They showed her a photograph taken front of an orange tree in their back yard in Campbell, CA. At that moment she decided that she would live in California some day, and in 1973, with a “well used Schwinn 3 speed, a thousand bucks and two suitcases,” she made the courageous decision to move out west. Since then she has planted several oranges and lemons trees to “keep the joy and discovery of that moment” when she created her own destiny.

I forgot to tell Gretchen and Bruce, that I too have a connection to orange and lemon trees. During an exploratory trip to San Jose in 1975 we discovered an old ranch house on a corner lot. The side yard contained orange, lemon and grapefruit trees. It reminded me of the stories about my late mom, Maria who grew up in Sicily and used to get up at 3 AM each day to make her way to the orchards with my grandparents to pick oranges and lemons so that they could put food on their table. This is where Cecile and I decided to live and set up my practice specializing in podiatric medicine and foot surgery which would late become the Park Avenue Foot Clinic. The citrus fruits would always be a reminder of my humble roots.

Inevitably, if you share your personal history long enough with people, you will always find some things you have in common. Bruce and I discovered we both took the EST [Latin for “it is,”] a six day training course founded by Werner Erhard in 1971, that offered entrants in the human potential movement a path to personal transformation. We also were Guest Seminar Leaders for EST. Two hours whizzed by, and in that time we discovered many other lines of connection between us including gratitude for what we have and living in a community of nature, a lake, waterfalls, cascading ponds, wildlife of all kinds and walking trails. Thanks to our hosts for the bag of lemons and orange and a little touch of Paris!

Photo credit for Les Deux Magots: Wikipedia

A Feast of Plenty at Kim and Al Chien's Home for a Warm and Rich Day of Thanksgiving

“With appreciation and gratitude, we open our heart and let the blessings in life touch us.”—James Baraz

Aside from the calming presence of the meditative water fountain to the left of the entrance, the first thing that caught my eye when my wife Cecile, our son Jason and I enter Kim and Al’s beautiful home for a day of Thanksgiving, was the elegant main dining table lined with beautiful white flowers and an array of different sized candles and ornate place holders with our names on them. There was also an impressive holiday spread of side dishes, appetizers and a sumptuous table of wonderful desserts, luminous flower vases, fall decorations, including glass blown pumpkins, and other accent pieces. It has Kim’s signature touches written all over them that says: “Welcome, we love you and we are happy you are all are here.”
We started with drinks, clam dip and chips and Michelle’s bean dip and pomegranate on crackers. We leisurely mingled with each other while the Turkey was being basted and the marshmallow with sweet potatoes were being baked.
Kyle and Michelle, Al’s parents Dana and Jack, his brother Rich, wife Lisa, their adorable girls Alivia and Simone, Lisa’s dad Percy in from Pembroke Massachusetts, a solid guy who I have gotten to know from the last two Thanksgiving celebrations, Kyle’s charming brother Chip in from NYC, and our son Jason. Alex had family plans but was able to join us for a drink. BTW, check out Chip laying flat to the floor with first Simone then little Alivia standing on his back giving him a massage. I guess stirring the gravy really tuckered the poor guy out🙂.

Before we were called to the dinner table I was honored to be asked to deliver the blessing before our meal.
I opened with a poem by the late Ralph Waldo Emerson whose focus was about being grateful for what we have:

“For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love [family] and friends,
For everything...goodness [brings].”

I finished with an offering of my own:

As we eat this food, let us be grateful to those unseen and unknown who planted the crops, cultivated the fields, and reaped the harvest; For the plants and animals who have given themselves so that we may enjoy this meal together; to those who brought a dish to share, and to Kim and Al who prepared the main meal, and provided the warm hospitality and comfort of their beautiful home. Cecile and I are so happy to call them our friends.❤️🙏

To all our family and friends during this holiday season and beyond:

May you be happy
May you be peaceful
May you be safe
May you be free

Reuniting with a Childhood Friend in Hoboken NJ after 50 Years

“There are things about your childhood you hold onto because they were so much a part of you. The places you went, the people you knew.”
—The Wonder Years

Jerry Gustoso, Sr, and I go back some 50 plus years. We knew each other since we were teenagers, but hung out in different neighborhoods. His family used to operate Gustoso's Bakery on 4th and Adam Street. My parents bought Italian bread there. As a tribute to the family that served the city of Hoboken for 75 years, the area was designated “Gustoso’s Bread Way.”

Jerry and I grew up at a time when Hoboken was a very tough town. There were a plenty of bars, liquor stores, pizza joints, pool halls and bookies making the rounds and taking bets. Growing up in the 60s and 70s, we could have never imagined the beautiful waterfront development of condos, apartments, and Frank Sinatra Park that replaced the abandoned warehouses and shipyards. Oh, we always had the stellar view of NY City, but the waterfront itself was grimey, damp, smelly and dangerous—especially after midnight. 

Over the last year or two, Jerry and I reconnected on Facebook. When he saw I was in town visiting my 100 year old dad he wrote, “it would be great to see you before you leave.” I suggested coffee one morning and we settled for 11 AM at the First Street Barber Shop where he works part time. “I have to open up the shop and we could go to the coffee shop next door and talk,” he said.

I loved the funky ambience of the barber shop that had three classic barber chairs. Jerry invited me to sit in one of the unused chairs. There were two clients waiting and another walk-in. Before I knew it Jerry began talking to his customers, and I gradually became part of the conversation. We shared stories of Hoboken to his younger patrons. It was fun. I also enjoyed watching Jerry doing his thing—cutting hair. He was clipping away as if his hands were scissors like the 1990 film "Edward Scissor-hands," starring Johnny Depp. In between conversations, I admired some of the decorations that Nancy G., the owner of the shop had on display: An old shipping trunk, facing the bay window, a black old-fashioned rotary phone, photos of the late Joan Rivers, David Bowie, Joe DiMaggio and Mickey Mantle, a nude Marilyn Monroe, a 24K gold plated limited edition record of Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York,” and a framed NY Daily News cover with the headline JFK Assassinated.

Jerry came out of retirement a few years back to keep busy. Staying at home getting bored wasn’t for him. After he was done with his customers, we went to the coffee shop next door. He treated me to a chai latte while he had his coffee fix. We continued our conversation about the old days. I always liked Jerry. He was always respectful of my parents. For years, he used to see my dad sitting on the front stoop of his five flat greeting and being greeted by passersby. Jerry was a handsome young man who had a reputation for being one of the best dressers in town. 

We both had a rebellious streak and flirted with high risk behavior. Fortunately, we lived to tell about. That’s the way it was for many of us kids who hung out on the street corners—especially in the 60s. I asked Jerry how he got into cutting hair. “I cut my older brother’s hair once. My father asked him where did you get your haircut?” His brother said, “Jerry cut it!" His dad was surprised but asked Jerry, “How about giving me a trim?” Afterwards he asked, “You like doing this?” Jerry said, “yes.” Impressed with the spark of passion he saw, his dad encouraged him to go to school to train as a stylist and the rest is history. Jerry went on to work at the legendary hair salon of Paul McGregor’s and other salons honing his skills, while I pursued a career as a podiatrist in California. Here we were coming full circle—like two kids hanging out again—hopefully a little smarter and a little wiser.

Dinner at Ubu Japanese Korean Restaurant: A Diamond in the Rough

“Forget sushi, forget sashimi, forget tempura or yakitori. I prefer ramen.” —Anthony Bourdain

I have had some of the best sushi both here and in Japan but like Anthony Bourdain of CNN’s parts unknown, my favorite Japanese food is Ramen Noodles.

It was cold blustery evening and I was in the mood for ramen noodle soup. Fortunately, we found the perfect place near our hotel off the beaten path on Hudson Street in Hoboken, NJ. The quiet, cozy, L-shaped restaurant wasn’t very busy. There was one other couple. We were greeted by a smiling Korean man, we presumed to be the owner. He handed us a menu. There was a sushi chef behind the counter. Had we known it was BYOB we would may have brought some wine.

I ordered Ubu Chicken Ramen and was hoping for the best. Cecile ordered a rice bowl with fresh slices of avocado and seasonal herbs. We also decided to share an order of edamame. I was brought a starter salad and a side of rice and Cecile was served a small cup of miso soup that came with our entree. We were also given a complimentary dish of tofu and rice roll which and a big cup of traditional Japanese Tea.

When our main dish arrived, I secured a pair of chopsticks and began slurping away which is the common way to eat ramen noodles which is the most popular fast food item in Japan. In order to eat ramen without burning yourself, slurping simultaneously cools the noodles while driving them down your throat. My bowl also contained tender chicken and a partially submerged boiled egg that was cut in half. The broth was a thick milky miso based chicken broth stock. The food was fresh, tasty, fragrant and the service understatedly phenomenal. Two more couples walked in for dinner, but for the most part Cecile and I felt like we had the restaurant all to ourselves.

When I scooped up the last of my broth and drank it, our waiter served us complimentary round puffed pastry balls filled with ice cream.

We felt fully satisfied, happy we had chosen the right place. It was one of the best tasting meals we had during our stay. We paid our reasonably priced bill, and the same Korean man who greeted us with a smile upon our arrival now stood patiently waiting at the door to thank us and bid us a good night. His name was Gang Kim. We told him how wonderful the food was and that we would be back and the next evening we returned for a repeat performance.

The Justice League

Though it was a difficult audition, my wife Cecile and I landed a super hero role in the Justice League, coming to a theater near you—NOT—just having a little fun. Many of us fantasize being super hero. But, sometimes being your own super hero means living with purpose and conviction and helping others. As Mother Theresa once said: Never worry about numbers. Help one person at a time, and always start with the person nearest you," and "Not all of us can do great things. But, we can do small things with great love."

Visiting Dad at my Childhood Home a Stone's Throw from Church Square Park

Dear Subscribers:

This is part two of a similar post I did of visiting my dad in Hoboken NJ that was posted on Hoboken Facebook Group. Though there is some overlap, I have included some other reflections that came to mind and some new photos. Thanks for indulging me in this matter.

My wife Cecile and I are staying at the W Hotel overlooking Manhattan. I shot these photos of the Empire State Building last evening after dinner and early this morning. We’re here primarily to visit with my dad Frank Augustine and my siblings Michael, Stephen, Josie and other family members and catching up with some childhood friends.

My favorite place of refuge while in town is “Devotion Yoga” on the Hudson, down the street from the hotel. After class I met my sister and my wife at my dad’s apartment at 156 5th Street where I grew up. Unable to move about like he used to, we brought in take out food from “Its Greek to Me.” Dad joined us, and right after lunch a volunteer named Donna came by to administer the Communion wafer, a compassionate service provided by local Catholic Church volunteers for people who are confined to their homes. We are so happy that dad has been able to stay in the apartment where his dedicated caregiver Marcelle has been looking after him. 

Over the years I have told my California friends that Hoboken, founded in 1630 has a colorful history. Back in the day, the Lenni Lenape Native Americans camped out here. They called the land, “Hopoghan Hackingh,” which means “Land of the Tobacco Pipe.” 

The first steam-powered ferryboat began running between Hoboken and Manhattan in 1811.
In 1846, the first baseball game was played featuring the New York Nine versus the Knicker-boxers.

However, I will always remember Hoboken as the place the legendary crooner Frank Sinatra was born in 1915, two years before my dad. It is also the place where the iconic mob crime drama, “On the Waterfront” was filmed in 1954, featuring Marlon Brando, Lee Cobb, Rod Steiger and Eva Marie Saint. 

In later years, Bruce Springsteen and Nirvana played at Maxwells Tavern, Justin Timberlake did a commercial there as well, and Eli Manning, the gifted quarterback for the NY Giants lives in a 3000 foot condo in the Hudson Tea Building, a short drive from the Met-life Stadium in East Rutherford where the Giants play their home games.

It's always fun coming home again. This city has taught me a great deal. The street smarts I learned in my youth has served me well and for this I will always be grateful.

As I walked passed the old neon sign of the now defunct Clam Broth House, I recalled that it was here that dad got his first job as a cook. After serving his country in the US Army, he worked 15 years at the Janssan's Dairy and 25 years at Maxwell House Coffee. But, his toughest job to date is living life as a centenarian, which he does with courage and dignity.

Visiting Dad in my hometown of Hoboken, NJ on the Waterfront Overlooking the NYC Skyline

Cecile and I are staying at the W Hotel overlooking Manhattan. I shot these photos of the Empire State Building last evening after dinner and early this morning. We’re here primarily to visit with my dad.

My favorite place of refuge while in town is “Devotion Yoga” on the Hudson, down the street from the hotel. The teacher, Meghan did a free flow gentle yoga class. A new addition to the Devotion yoga staff, she did a great job leading the class.

Afterwards, I met my sister and Cecile at my dad’s house. Unable to move about like he used to, we brought in take out food from “Its Greek to Me.” Dad joined us, and right after lunch a volunteer named Donna came by to administer the Holy Communion wafer, a compassionate service provided by the local Catholic Churches for people who are confined to their homes. We are so happy that dad has been able to stay in the apartment I grew up in, that is housed in a five unit building that he owns where his dedicated caregiver Marcelle has been looking after him.

Hoboken, which was founded in 1630, has a very rich history. The first ever steam-powered ferryboat began running between Hoboken and Manhattan in 1811. “The Miracle Mile,” as it's called has Native American roots. Back in the day, the Lenni Lenape Native Americans camped out here. They called the land, “Hopoghan Hackingh,” which means “Land of the Tobacco Pipe.” In 1846, the first baseball game was played featuring the New York Nine versus the Knicker-boxers. 

However, I will always remember Hoboken as the place the legendary crooner Frank Sinatra was born in 1915, two years before my dad. It is also the place where the iconic mob crime drama, “On the Waterfront” was filmed in 1954, featuring Marlon Brando, Lee Cobb, Rod Steiger and Eva Marie Saint. The movie won an Academy Award.

In later years, Bruce Springsteen and Nirvana played at Maxwells Tavern, Justin Timberlake did a commercial there as well, and Eli Manning, the quarterback for the NY Giants lives in a 3000 foot condo in the Hudson Tea Building right on the Hudson River, a short drive from the Met-life Stadium in East Rutherford where the Giants play their home games.

Festive Dinner at La Rinconda Hills Country Club with the Chiens

Festive Dinner at La Rinconda Hills Country Club with the Chiens

When Aizen, a fictional Japanese computer animated character was asked how many times a year do you celebrate your birthday, he said: “Ten times. One for each day of the week, and then four times on the exact birthday."
Though Cecile doesn’t resemble the manipulative, animated figure, she has had quite a run on birthday celebrations lately: five dinner parties with friends and family and two birthday luncheons with long time friends. This time dinner in her honor was at La Rinconada Country Club, hosted by our son in law Kyle’s mom, Kim and AL Chien who couldn't make Cecile's original b-day dinner held over a week ago. Friendship is a priceless gift and the fact that it happens to be with a family that our daughter Michelle has married into, makes it extra special. The ease and fun of being together, letting our hair down with people who enjoy celebrating life and family—as much as we do—has been an unexpected blessing.

After cocktails, AL ordered a bottle of Nickel and Nickel Cabernet Sauvignon, a delicious full-full body velvety wine. My first name is actually derived from Dionysis, the Greek god of wine and festivity, and I guess you can say that I have been living up to the habits of my namesake—with moderation of course.🙂

For openers, we had minestrone soup, endive salad with candied walnuts and blue cheese, gnocci with mushrooms, and a grilled octopus. My late grandfather who was a fisherman in a small Sicilian village my late mom grew up in, used to catch them as did I during my summer visits there. For our entrees we enjoyed Alaskan Halibut and Salmon, and for dessert, Apple Fritters with ice cream and Butter Pecan with Bourbon as pictured here. 

Cecile is wearing a warm and cuddly white sweater, a gift from Kim and AL which will come in handy for our upcoming trip to New Jersey to visit my dad and the rest of my family. Thank you guys for a wonderful evening, for your generosity, and your friendship.

Proud to Recognize My Dad, Frank Augustine, one of the Oldest Living Veterans in the USA for his Service

.."Whatever our faith, one belief should bind us all...our willingness to give of ourselves for others and for our country." —Sen. John Kerry

I also want to recognize our fellow citizens who continue to serve our country, and family members like my late uncle Joseph Augustine, my late uncle and godfather, Anthony Augustine and my nephew Andrew Augustine representing the new generation, who has served his country in the US Air Force for 8 years. He will be doing a stint in Portugal soon followed by two years in Japan. 

Three years ago today, my dad Frank Augustine who is nearing 101 years of age was the recipient of two Hudson County Military Service Medals and a Citation Certificate by Hudson County NJ Executive, Thomas A. DeGise, the Office of Veteran Affairs, Anthony Romano and the Hudson County Board of Chosen Freeholders, Jennifer Gattino, representing the former mayor of Hoboken, Dawn Zimmer for his seven years of service in the US Maritime Service, the US Army at Fort Sam Houston, Texas, and Walter Reed National Medical Center as head cook and personal aide to his mentor and friend, Army Chaplain, Capt. William Walsh. He is one of the country's oldest living veterans. 

By Proclamation from our President, this year has been designated National Veterans and Military Families Month. For 98 years, Americans have remembered those who served our country in uniform on 11 November – first as Armistice Day, and then, since 1954 as Veterans Day. In this 99th year of commemoration, the Department of Veterans Affairs is broadening that tradition of observance and appreciation to include both Veterans and Military Families for the entire month of November.

A Nightmare Becomes a Blessing in Disguise

I was fortunate enough to have my story: "A Nightmare Becomes A Blessing in Disguise" published on gratefulness.org on November 1, a few days after its 91 year old founder, Br. David Stendl-Rast appeared on Super Soul Sunday on the Oprah Winfrey Network (OWN). Years ago, I had the opportunity to meet the scholar, author and Benedictine monk whose body of work has inspired generations at Esalen Institute in Big Sur while on retreat. My favorite quote of Br. David is: "Joy is the happiness that doesn't depend on what happens." To read my short story click the title directly below.

A Nightmare Becomes A Blessing in Disguise - Gratefulness.org

As a board-certified foot doctor specializing in outpatient minimally invasive foot surgery at the Park Avenue Foot Clinic in Silicon Valley that I founded in 1975, I felt like a man in control of his destiny. I…

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Photos:

1-Performing Laser surgery  

2-Training Dr. Michael Reddy from Tasmania  

3-Performing a Gait Analysis  

4-Being Interviewed by a SF Bay Area News Reporter

Celebrating Cecile's Birthday at the Historic Saint Michael's Alley in Palo Alto

Michelle and our son-in-law Kyle, our son Jason and Alex joined us at Saint Michael’s Alley to celebrate Cecile’s birthday last evening. To family and friends who know her best, she is the brightest light in our lives as measured by her gentleness, common sense wisdom and loving-kindness.

Aside from its historic past, the singular event that put Saint Michael’s Alley on the map was when President Bill Clinton and family rented St. Mike’s to celebrate Chelsea’s graduation from Stanford University in 2001.

Founded in 1959 by Vernon Gates, it began as a simple coffee house. It was named after the first coffee house in London on St. Michael’s Alley in 1652, situated below the spire of St. Michael’s Church. Back in the day, St. Mike’s bohemian ambiance was a hangout for many beatniks and was responsible for helping to launch the careers of writers, artists and musicians that included the Grateful Dead, Grayce Slick, Joan Baez, Ken Kesey and Jefferson Airplane. In 1994 the restaurant was sold to the current owners, Jenny Youll and Mike Sabina. 

It’s no wonder they call this place "St. Michaels Alley.” The food was heavenly. For starters we had cocktails, Ahi Tuna Tataki with Ginger Beets, Bruschetta, and Wild Mushroom Cakes. For our entrees we enjoyed Butternut Squash Risotto with smoked Chicken, assorted speciality pasta dishes and Seared Wild Sea Scallops. For dessert we enjoyed warm Pumpkin Bread Pudding with caramel sauce and Whipped cream and a Duet of Seasonal Sorbets with a Homemade Gingersnap Cookie. But, the real treat was showering Cecile with gifts and being in the company of people we love. Kudos to Jason—who works in Palo Alto—for recommending this highly rated eatery that specializes in California cuisine and changes its menu every three months.
Happy Birthday Cecile! May you be filled with the effervescent joy and happiness I feel when I am around you❤️

A Sabbath Dinner with Friends on the Eve of Cecile's Birthday

“Let us slow down enough to truly notice all that is presenting itself to us as a blessing.”
—Kristi Nelson

We were invited guests at the home of our dear friends Lucy and Larry Fried for a Sabbath meal (Shabbat in Hebrew), along with the Brenners, Brodskys, Hamiltons, Weinzimmers, Alchecks, Phillip Engleman and son Jonathan. As the sun goes down on Friday evening, the Shabbat candles are lit. It’s a time to allow all the concerns of the day and the week to fade away, creating the space for an intimate evening of joy, peace and rest and relaxation to take place. The weekly day of rest has no parallel in any other ancient civilization. As a non-Jew I have had the privilege to be a “honorary part of the tribe,” if you will of this great tradition beginning in the early years of my courtship with Cecile. Other than our immediate family, there is no place I enjoy celebrating these special occasions more than at the home of our gracious hosts Lucy and Larry.

We had appetizers and wine while getting caught up on our lives. It is an active group that loves celebrating milestone events with family and friends, including our love of travel. Before our main meal, our Israeli friend Elie recited the Kiddush, a ritual blessing over the wine to sanctify the event. The food was sumptuous and plentiful. We each brought a side dish.

The ambiance was inviting and festive. After dinner we had a rich chocolate layer cake with fresh whipped cream from “Icing on the Cake" brought by Marleen and Mark Brodsky in honor of Cecile’s birthday. The lights were turned down as we sang Happy Birthday…Rather than blowing out the candles in the traditional way, Cecile clapped her hands together several times over the candles like a “magician” allowing the dispersed air to extinguish the flames. An elder cousin taught her this technique to prevent the spread of bacteria that blowing the candles causes—especially when you get older. I know TMI🙂. But, as a retired doc it made sense to me🙂.

As I looked at the table settings, I noticed a line of persimmons with a branch of green leaves placed equidistant along the length of the table. They were from a tree in Lucy and Larry's back yard. I meant to tell Lucy that they are a sign of personal transformation. Persimmons are one of those sweet exotic orange fruits often referred to as "Fruit of the Gods. In China they are used to regulate one’s chi’i (energy) and is a symbol of joy. There were also vases of sunflowers spaced out along the table which represent rays of sunshine that uplift a room and a reminder of the source of life and all that is good—including friendship. Sunflowers say, “I adore you.”

Exploring Our Inner Child at Queen's Saratoga Pumpkin Patch: Happy Halloween!

When Jason and Michelle were younger Cecile and I took them to Queen’s Saratoga Pumpkin Patch, not too far from home. It was established in 1984. Years later I did watercolor painting here every fall with fellow artists from the Saratoga Community of Painters because of the abundance of color and great, fun-filled atmosphere. Since we only had this time of year to paint pumpkins, we embraced it. It’s been several years since I painted and the inner child was yearning to return to the scene. Since we don’t have grand kids we exercised Plan B: we took our grand dog, Daisy (Jason’s dog) with us. Queen’s Pumpkin Patch has it all: Pumpkins, Gourds, Indian Corn, Hay, cornstalks and refreshments for sale. There is also cow train (tram), Petting Zoo, a clear Bubble Station where kids can float in a pool of water as seen in the photos. Some of the other photos were taken in local neighborhoods, and the one of me with the witch reading me a story was during our recent visit to Palm Desert.

Though a secular holiday, the word Halloween is a Scottish term for All Hallows Eve meaning “holy evening,” and is the eve of All Saints Day which falls on November 1. It dates back to 1745. Halloween has roots in two medieval celebrations: The Celtic festival of Samhain and the Catholic holiday of my youth: All Saints Day. Samhain is a Gaelic term meaning “Summers End,” of the “lighter half” of the year and the beginning of the “darker half.” Its prehistoric observance is marked by feasting, bonfires, and homage to the dead. All Soul’s Day (November 2) is a day of prayer for the dead. In ancient times villagers would go door to door offering prayers for their souls in exchange for “soul cakes,” and other treats. Some say it is a precursor to the modern day “Trick or Treat" custom we have today. The practice of placing a candle in a hallowed out pumpkin is said to be borrowed from the Irish who used turnips at the time to do the same thing.

Then we have the "Day of the Dead" (Dia de Muertos)a Mexican public holiday celebrated in the Central and Southern regions of Mexico, and in the US. It is a multi-day holiday that focuses on family gatherings and friends who remember their loved ones who have passed on. In so doing, they help to support them in their spiritual journey by building and placing offerings on altars. Before the Spanish colonization in the 16th century, the event took place at the advent of summer but gradually began to be associated with Halloween, All Saints Day and All Souls Day.

Pumpkin Wisdom:

1-Be Well-Rounded

2-Get Plenty of Sunshine

3-Give Thanks for Life's Bounty

4-Have a Thick Skin

5-Keep Growing

6-Be Outstanding in Your Field

7-Think Big

Celebrating Kyle's 30th Birthday at Celia's in San Mateo

Celebrating our son-in-law Kyle’s 30 birthday following his and Michelle’s recent return from their exotic and culturally rich honeymoon in Burma (Myanmar) and Thailand. Following appetizers and drinks at Kyle and Michelle’s home in San Mateo, we walked to the very festive and colorful Celia’s Mexican Restaurant in San Mateo where Kyle's mom Kim and AL hosted dinner. We were joined  
by Kyle and Michelle’s friends, Chris, Pat and his wife Nicole and Susannah and Nick. This cantina style family eatery boasts large portions, a friendly staff, very cool colorful Mexican murals and great Margaritas. 

Afterwards, the party continued at Kyle and Michelle’s home where their friends Kacy and husband Noel, joined our happy group. We enjoyed specialty desserts including authentic Cannoli’s from Romolo’s, arguably the best in the Bay Area; cookies and a delicious cake from Saratoga’s own “Icing on the Cake,” that Kim lovingly decorated with sparklers, a 30th birthday candle.

One of the highlights of the evening was watching a running slide show of Kyle and Michelle’s trip to Southeast Asia including an escorted tour of Mandalay, Burma by our dear friend, Maybelle. Aside from local temple hopping, boat ride on the Great Irrawaddy River, a visit to the ancient temple city of Bagan, they got to visit Kyaswa Monastery in the Saigang Hills, where I did many annual meditation retreats. Also moving to watch was their visit to an Elephant reserve in Thailand where they got to bathe and pet the elephants and a romantic birthday dinner on the beach. Welcome to prime time, Kyle! You’ve never been more ready to meet the challenges that lie ahead and to embrace the goals you’ve set for yourself and Michelle. Our birthday wish for you is that this life becomes all that you want it to be. We love you.❤️

Cecile and I Attended the Glass Pumpkin Patch Exhibition at Stanford Shopping Center

These Walker and Bowes glistening colorful blown glass beauties are a visual feast. They capture the light perfectly and make great gifts for friends and family. We spoke to one of the artists who told us it takes five years to begin to get proficient at glass-blowing. Back in the day when I used to do Drop in life drawing and painting sessions of models at the Palo Alto Art Center, I had the opportunity to see blown glass exhibitions created by students and participating artists.

The work and installations shown in these photos are the work of husband and wife team, Michelle Walker and Bobby Bowes who reside and work in San Jose, CA. The first Glass Pumpkin Patch was conceived by Bobby in 1995.
Focusing on the glassblowing techniques by the great Italian masters, these one of kind pieces sit in the homes of
many private collectors and have been featured in the Triton Museum of Institute and Smithsonian Institute in Washington, D.C., and the Palm Springs Desert Museum. They benefit non-profit organizations for children, communities, education and organizations such as the MIT’s glass studio and the Corning Glass Museum.

www.walkerandbowes.com
www.cityofpaloalto.org/artcenter

Celebrating Oktoberfest with Friends and Neighbors

Cecile and I celebrated Oktoberfest at the Clubhouse at Rinconada Hills with our friends and neighbors: Susan and Nelson Bye and Gretchen and Bruce Preville. This is one of several theme dinners organized by the Social Commiitee throughout the year. We had Beer Poached German Sausages with Sauerkraut, Roasted Chicken with Berry Compote, German Potato Salad Mixed Green Salad, German Pancakes with Apple Sauce and New York Cheesecake from one of the bakeries in Santa Rosa that survived the North Bay fires. The main feeling at the table was one of gratitude. Each of us had recently returned from our respective trips both here and abroad and had a lot to be grateful for.

In its 206-year history, Oktoberfest has become the king of all folk festivals, which is ironic when you consider its royal origin. It's a tradition that began on October 12, 1810, to celebrate the 12th marriage of Bavarian Crown Prince Ludwig, to the Saxon-Hildrughausen Princess Therese. All of Munich was invited.

More than 6 million people from around the world attend the event In Munich every year, where 1.5 gallons of beer are consumed. It is the city’s most profitable attraction. Starting in 1950, up to current time, the opening ceremonies begins with a 12-gun salute following by the ceremonial tapping of the first keg.
Though Cecile and I had attended Oktoberfest in Munich many years ago, these days you don’t need to fly to Germany to partake in the festivities. In one form or another, cites from around the world celebrate the event.

According to the Jerusalem post, thousands of Palestinians, Israeli Jews, US citizens, Japanese tourists just celebrated “Palestinian Oktoberfest” held in the Christian village of Taybeth—also the name of the beer which means “tasty” in Arabic. The Israeli Jews seen sipping the honey-colored Palestinian beer, were a welcome change for some, considering the many years of bloody conflict between Israel and the Palestinians. Once the beer began to flow, though, their differences began to wash away. “Cheers! Let’s toast to peace!” said Nadia Khoury, the town’s 52 year old US-Educated mayor.
Amen to that!

Postscript Trivia:

My namesake, St. Augustine of Hippo, who practiced the art of brewing in his early years is considered the ”Patron Saint of Beer.” He underwent a transformation from a wild and significant consumer of beer to a life of moderation before becoming a bishop. 

Credit Source for the Palestinian Oktoberfest: The Jerusalem Post, October 23, 1917

Photo Credit (Mugs): Stephanie Fly Photography
Last photo: With Dee, our friend, neighbor and yoga classmate at Bay Club Courtside.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Napolitana’s Pizzeria

“Life...happens...when you are busy making other plans.”
—John Lennon

The invitation was simple but the execution was another matter. Our friend Sophie and husband Bernie invited us and friends Lucy and Larry to join them in trying Napolitana’s Pizzeria in Mountain View. Over appetizers of cheese, olives, crackers and a glass of wine at their home Sophie held up the review in the San Jose Mercury News which read: Napoletana’s wood-fired pizza still the real deal. “They import the gelato and pastries from Milan,” she said. We were psyched. Someone said, do you think the six of us can fit in one car? This meant four in the back seat. I sat in the front passenger seat, so I was safe. But, in order to fit, Bernie had half of his butt on the seat and the other half on the door handle. Yikes! But, judging by the smile on his face, he seemed to be having a good time.

By the time we got to Napolitana’s, there was a long line out the door and we were told they ran out of dough. WTF, who ever heard of a pizza place running out of dough? It was beginning to feel like a Seinfeld episode. The pizza and other dishes patrons were eating looked great, but alas it wasn’t meant to be. We spent a little too much time schmoozing at Sophie and Bernie's and now had to come up with a Plan B. Two doors down was a restaurant called Kabobs and Pupuseria: A Salvadoran and Middle Eastern restaurant. Huh? It seemed like an odd combination—like a restaurant having an identity crisis. As the story goes, 30 years ago it was a doughnut shop, but many customers were of Salvadoran descent and they began to crave something more savory. They requested papusas, those thick, griddled masa cakes that are stuffed with cheese. The owners agreed. But, then the neighborhood changed as the many Salvadorans moved away. Business slowed and a new owner Rashami Mulge needed to make a change. A customer who once worked as a chef at a Persian restaurant offered to make Kebobs. Rashami liked the idea. He removed doughnuts from the menu and set up a kitchen with two chefs. One was assigned to make Salvadoran dishes and one to prepare kebobs and with that the name of the restaurant became Kabobs and Papuseria. We ordered Chicken Breast Kabobs with Basmati rice and salad, Chicken Curry, Cornish Hen Kabobs, Felafel with Pita and rice, and fried plantains, sour cream and beans.

We decided we would go to Napoletana’s restaurant for desert. As it turned out, they didn’t run out of dough. Apparently, some of the people we saw on that long line got tired of waiting and left. So we ordered Tiramisu and a frozen lemon desert and I ordered a pizza margarita to go, but had the waitress remove a few pieces so each of us could have a taste. I introduced myself to the owner, Costas Eleftheriadis who was slowing slapping the fresh dough into pies. He was wearing a tight fitted black head scarf and a bright white chef’s jacket. Costas is a Greek-Italian and vacations in both countries every year. I stood watching him positioning himself around the wood oven. I could see and smell the colorful, fragrant award winning Neapolitan pizza I remember from my youth when visiting family in Italy.
At a temperture of 900 degrees F, the thin pizza cooked to perfection in 60-90 seconds. As we sat and tasted the pizza, I realized this was no cheap imitation, and was indeed “the real deal,” as Mary Orlin reported in the Mercury News. At long last we got to have our pizza and eat it too. But the best part was going with the flow and laughing with our friends along the way—detours and all.

Napa Valley: A Place that Brought our family so Much Joy is the Scene of So Much Loss

“Marriage: Love is the reason. Lifelong friendship is the gift. Til' death do us part is the length"—Fawn Weaver

Friends and family, especially from out of town, have been asking about the North Bay fires, particularly Napa Valley where our daughter Michelle and Kyle got married. For months following their wedding reception at the Black Stallion Winery and their fairy-tale wedding at the Silverado Resort and Spa in Napa last May, we were all on a high. It was one the most memorable and happy moments of our lives. Consequently, we all felt heartbroken by the news that the raging fires had engulfed Santa Rosa, Sonoma and Napa.

As Michelle had written from Southeast Asia upon hearing the news, “A place that brought so much joy is now the place of devastation for so many.” 

Cecile and I were in Palm Desert and Michelle and Kyle went on their long awaited honeymoon to Burma (Myanmar) and Thailand when the fires struck. It was difficult to completely relax and be joyful when so many people were in such dire straits. Family members locally kept us abreast by email about what was going on. Some knew one of the principals of the Black Stallion Winery and contacted him to see if he was alright, and luckily another family member, had decided awhile ago not to hold his company’s annual executive forum at Silverado this year. 

The Black stallion winery remains closed, but fortunately has not been damaged by the fire and all of the employees and managing partners are safe. Silverado Resort and Spa is closed and the their employees safely evacuated. The resort structures such as the Mansion, the Conference Center and Clubhouse and Pro Shop are intact. They will reopen when the cleanup is complete. 

By now most people following the news have heard of the elderly couple that perished in their home at the Silverado Resort in the Atlas Peak fire where they lived for almost 40 years. They had been married for 75 years and knew each other since grade school. Kim, Michelle's mother in law had first brought this to our attention while we were all away. Charles Rippey, a World War ll veteran who achieved the rank of captain in the Army Corps of Engineers, had just turned 100 and his wife Sara RIppey, 99, were unable to escape from the fast moving fire. Despite the smoke and his walker, the centenarian tried his best to get to his ailing wife Sara’s side. Despite the loss, there's no denying their's was a love story.

When something this tragic happens our first instinct is what can I do to help? Here are some ways you can make it happen. For those who live locally, I was informed by Rev. Channing Smith that Saint Andrew’s Episcopal Church, 13601 Saratoga Avenue, in Saratoga (across from the Library) that they are collecting food this entire week from 9-4PM to deliver to Redwood Empire Food Bank in Santa Rosa. 408-867-3493. 

You could also join us donating to United Way Bay Area
https://uwba.org/

Or, The Salvation Army
http://deloro.salvationarmy.org/

Photo credit of crews fighting fire 1-ABC7news.com
Photo credit2-ABCnews.go.com
Photo credit3-Courtesy of Mike Rippey Via AP
Photo credit4-Son, Chuck.Rich Pedroncelli/Associated Press

Exploring the Mental Health Benefits of Traveling

Guest Post by Henry Moore

It’s my pleasure to share my website with like-minded people. Henry Moore is the co-creator of FitWellTraveler. The site blends two of his favorite subjects (travel and health) to provide readers with information about how to get the most out of both. He combines both in his work on FitwellTraveler.com

Exploring the Mental Health Benefits of Traveling  

by Henry Moore

Being in the same place and the routine of doing the same thing over and over eventually takes its toll on both the mind and body. With people working longer hours and often choosing to take only half of their vacation time, burnout is bound to happen. Getting away can refresh your mental outlook and make you happier and more productive when you return. Taking a few days off from work can help, but getting away and exploring a new environment is even better. Taking a vacation to a travel destination may be just what you need. To get the most out of your trip, you’ll have to consider the cost of traveling and how many days off you can get from work.

There are a host of benefits associated with traveling. By experiencing the new sights and sounds of a destination or just getting away from the rigors of routine life at home, taking a trip is a sure way to reduce the stress in your life. Being in a new environment also changes the way you interact with new people or cultures, which can lead you to becoming more open-minded and creative. You will come back from your trip refreshed and able to better tackle your work and other challenges.

Just planning for a trip can be a mood-boosting experience. The further in advance you can start planning, the more options and possible savings you will have. If you plan on air travel, consider booking direct flights to maximize your vacation time and reduce the possibility of delays. The first step is determining what type of vacation you wish to go on. Pick a destination that will be intellectually and emotionally stimulating. If you do not have a lot of vacation time, consider choosing a nearby location. This way you can enjoy a new experience, get out of your comfort zone, and not utilize too much time traveling. Prepare an itinerary of things you want to do and see. Make sure you leave some flexibility in your travel plans for the unexpected or in case you want to check out an additional scenic spot or local treasure along the way.

 For those people recovering from addiction, getting out of your current environment is crucial. Changing your routine and getting away from the people and places that encourage your addiction habits are necessary to set yourself on a path to recovery. Many people become addicted to substances trying to escape stress. Giving yourself a break is a great way to promote your self-healing process. Where you want to go is up to you, and everyone may need a different kind of vacation. While some want to visit a busy city with activities to keep them occupied and get their mind off things for a while, others may opt for the serene landscape of the wild outdoors for solace and quiet reflection.

Pets are great for overall joy and improvement of quality of life, but also can provide emotional support. Caring for an animal requires responsibility and reduces blood pressure. There are several other health benefits of petting animals, such as reduced anxiety, improved self-esteem, and a stabilized mood. Having a loving faithful friend by your side can be a great moral booster. If possible, consider taking your pet on vacation as well. This is a lot easier logistically if you are going to be spending time in the great outdoors. You can bond with each other by exploring, hiking, and enjoying the sights and sounds of wherever you decide to visit. Make sure to confirm that pets are allowed at your destination before you book your trip because parks and campgrounds may have site-specific rules. If you are going to be visiting a new city, make sure the hotel is dog friendly and find pet-friendly play areas, parks, and restaurants to maximize your vacation time with your furry travel companion.

 Everyone deserves a break from the daily grind, and taking a vacation will have a positive effect on your mental health. Prior planning of your trip will help you maximize your time away. Traveling is a great way to keep you on the path to improving and recovering your sense of well-being. Bringing along your pet will be great for the both of you and allow you to bond and enjoy the health benefits of having a loyal companion and being on vacation at the same time. New experiences and meeting new people will help you grow and become more emotionally stable, creative, and reinvigorated.

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Henry Moore is the co-creator of FitWellTraveler. He enjoys travel, running, cooking, baking and reading. He believes travel can change you, and good health can preserve you. For more helpful information on health and fitness, check out his work on FitwellTraveler.com