Lifestyle & Travel

Magnificent Family Dinner at Leilani's Beachside Grill & the Hawaiian Sunset Ceremony

“Sunsets in Maui are a special experience, and not just because of their beauty. They are evening shows that happen on cue, fiery ends to activity-filled days.”
—Bernard Spragg

It is about a ten-minute walk along the beach from the Maui Marriott Ocean Club to the restaurant, and boy were we treated to one of the best sunsets we’ve ever seen on the island. While Cecile and our son-in-law Kyle were strolling Lyla to the restaurant, Michelle and I were having a field day taking serial photos of this sky. It was like witnessing one eye-opening watercolor painting after another on display.

We enjoyed a casual dinner at Leilani’s which means Heavenly Flower, named after the daughter of one of the restaurants’ founders. “Leilani’s promise,” their website states, “is to make every guest feel like she took a lei from her shoulders, and gently placed it over yours" We began with cocktails, and Appetizers: Hummus Trio (Edamame, macadamia nut, taro, local veggies, flatbread) and Calamari Strips (Panko crusted ginger-yuzu cocktail sauce). For the main course Cecile enjoyed a Maui Onion, Walnut & Feta Upcountry mixed greens, Kula strawberries, candied walnuts, papaya seed vinaigrette; Michelle enjoyed the Fresh Hawaiian Catch of the day (Mahi-Mahi) and Kyle and I each had Fresh Fish & Chips (battered in Duke’s Blonde Ale) with lemon tartar. Lyla had a little of what everybody else was eating that was permissible. 

For dessert, we enjoyed Kimo’s Original Hula Pie, which is a mountain of pure delight. Ready-made ingredients include chocolate cookie pie crust, macadamia nut ice cream, hot fudge, whipped cream, chopped mac nuts and no baking required. It is served on its own designated hula pie plate, is sized for sharing, and rarely goes unfinished.

The magical sunset this evening reminded me of a traditional sunset ceremony ritual that takes place at the Ritz Carlton in Kapalua, which is perched above an ancient burial site. The ceremony begins with the blowing of the conch (pu) just as the sun disappears from the sky followed by a beautiful incantation of a Hawaiian oli (a chant) which symbolizes the beginning of the legendary sunset. The chant calls on the gods and the ancestors to give its' people wisdom and to help them bid farewell to the day, whose light is represented through the heartbeat-like rhythms of the sacred drum. Releasing the day with the sinking of the sun evokes a soothing image of a moment of reflection and intention to release ourselves from our mistakes, failures, and misgivings each evening and begin anew the next day, fully refreshed.

Sea Turtles at Ho'okipa Beach Park, Mama's Fish House & Visiting the Great Buddha

“All journeys have secret adventures of which the traveler is unaware.” —Martin Buber

My son Jason, his partner Alix and I took a day trip to Ho’okipa Beach (means welcoming comfort), to see the Hawaiian Green Sea Turtles (Hono) lazing on shore at the far end of the uncrowded long and narrow white sandy beach. We had a great vantage point close to the lookout cliff above, as well as on the beach itself. Most people don’t even realize they’re there because they look just like the scattered black boulders. If you look closely, they can be seen popping up in the shore break to beach themselves and rest (photo).

Little did we know that Ho’okipa Beach is also known as a Mecca for windsurfing aficionados that offers up dramatic surf for us sightseers as well. This magnificent sight provided us a rather stunning backdrop to watch the best of the best, effortlessly toy with the ocean in a way that us mere mortals can only fantasize doing. 

We were told that Ho’okipa isn’t complete without a culinary adventure at the upscale Mama’s Fish House.
It had been years since Cecile and I had lunch there. Since then it has become one of the top 10 dining experiences in the U.S. This family owned eatery actually overlooks the beach and sends its fisherman out on small boats daily to provide their patrons wild-caught fish within 24 hours. 

The boys choked at seeing the prices, but I assured them it was my treat😎. Jason and I had Mahi-Mahi with Caramelized Maui onions, Hawaiian chili pepper and avocado, and Alix had Macadamia nut Crab Cakes with fire and ice relish.

Freshest fish, gracious service, colorful decor, good company, and the tropical breezes made for an unforgettable experience. Who could ask for anything more?

Well, a visit to the Lahaina Jodo Mission to see the Great Buddha Statue is what I had in mind and Jason and Alix were game. The Mission was founded in 1912. A 12-feet tall Great Buddha statue brought over from Japan to commemorate the 100-year anniversary of the first Japanese people coming to Hawaii, stands in the temple courtyard. The temple is located on Puunoa Point in Lahaina, overlooking the beauty and serenity of three neighboring islands: Molokai, Lanai and Kahoolawe. There is also a towering 90-foot-tall pagoda and an amazing 3000-pound Temple Bell which is rung 11 times each evening at 8PM. A lovely woman from Charleston traveling with her daughter was kind enough to take our photo in front of the Buddha.

Postscript: Buddhists do not worship the Buddha Statue as a god but rather take it as a source of inspiration
to practice meditation and other forms of more active meditation like yoga. It also a reminder of the philosophical teachings of the Buddha which led to his path toward enlightenment.

Drums of the Pacific Luau: A Cultural Feast, Song & Dance at the Hyatt Regency in Lahaina

Hawaii is paradise. It sounds cheesy to say it, but there’s music in the air there.
—Bruno Mars

"May you have grace in your step, song in your hand and Aloha in your heart.”
—Hula Blessing

This was a belated birthday gift from Michelle & Kyle & Jason for Cecile; that included Jason’s partner Alix, and myself. It all began with a Mai Tai greeting, a fresh flower lei I placed over Cecile and Michelle's neck, a hula performance that included audience participation, a lavish Polynesian buffet & open bar, and authentic Imu ceremony (underground oven for the Kalua pig). Our granddaughter Lyla colorfully dressed for the occasion was absolutely mesmerized by her very first lu'au. I brought her close enough to the stage to experience the older kids invited up to do the hula, that in ancient times was performed by men.

Sharing the legends and stories of Maui and Polynesia, the Drums of the Pacific re-enacts the contrast
of various island cultures, from the lyrical hula to the spectacular Samoan fire-dance, to the pulsating drum dances of Tahiti. The revue emphasizes the connection and similarities across cultures, including how guests
are welcomed. Polynesian cultures demand visitors or guests be treated well, fed well and welcomed with songs and dances, a lu‘au is an expression of hospitality at the highest level, where everyone gets treated like family (Ohana).

We saw nine performances including, “Tiare” a breathtaking signature performance showcase, that delves into the legend comparing the first woman created and the delicate French gardenia, the TIare flower.

Throughout the world, feasting has been a universal form of celebrating important events.
The Polynesians, and especially Hawaiians, have evolved this great pleasure into a unique cultural experience and culinary art form. At its' roots, was not just an ordinary meal, but a large feast with many people invited to the gathering. King Kalakaua was known for his love of giving parties and his love of the hula, earning him the nickname, the Merry Monarch. He threw a bountiful luau for his 50th birthday and invited over 1,500 guests.

Here is a poetic offering called  
Luau Memories
by Tatyana Carney
Frozen flower punch
Hibiscus blossoms for your ears
Luau skirts and fire rings
Streamers hanging in ther air
Cocktails soaked in pineapples
Roasting pit coals
Anklets jangling on your feet
Ambrosia mint in bowls
Smiles to pass with every song
Laugher jewels the moon
Eating the afternoon away
wit a Polynesian spoon

A Memorable Breakfast at the Gazebo Restaurant at Napili Point: The Annual Family Tradition Continues

Family traditions are an expression of values, identity, and personal history. This is why building one that lasts is such a…worthy [goal].
—Melania Juntti

Kyle and Michelle treated Cecile, Jason and I to breakfast at "The Gazebo Restaurant,” established in 1975, located right next door to Napili Point Resort, a stone’s throw away from the Napili Surf Beach Resort where Kyle, beginning in his mid-teens used to spend time with his family during the summer. The Augustine's, in turn took our annual family vacation during the winter at the Kaanapali Alii condominiums. Little did Kyle and Michelle know that one day, they would marry, bless us with a grandchild, and that we would all vacation together. The views overlooking the beautiful Napili Bay are incredible, the line (always a line) moves quickly, well worth waiting for, and the quaint, charming eatery sports one of the most delicious breakfast menus on the island. Kyle ordered fried rice for the table, considered to be the best on Maui, and for our individual dishes we feasted on Kula Veggie omelettes, a Breakfast Burrito, and Fresh Banana Pancakes. The generous portions makes it nearly Impossible to leave the table hungry. Their owners and the staff's goal is to put a "smile on your face, in your heart, and in your belly.” Even our one year old granddaughter Lyla approved, and she made sure to review the bill with Kyle's credit card in hand before paying the tab. No, really check out the photo:-) God willing, we’ll be back again next year to continue the tradition.

Postscript: Out in front of the Gazebo, you’ll find a whale alert bell affixed to a palm tree to ring when you see a whale (photo).

Dinner at the Monkeypod Kitchen in Maui: The Craft of Food, Drink and Merrymaking

Cecile and I, along with our son Jason, who just arrived yesterday to vacation with us on Maui, had dinner at the 
spacious, bustling, Monkeypod Kitchen at Whaler’s Village.

This unique eatery created by celebrity chef, Peter Merriman is a place to quench your thirst with hand-crafted cocktails, satisfy your palette and have fun
communing with people. The central focus of the restaurant is “The Craft of Food, Drink and Merrymaking.”
The Los Angeles Times call Merriman “The Pied Piper of Hawaii Regional Cuisine.

We began with Monkeypod’s signature Mai Tai, followed by an Avocado and Cucumber salad, Fresh Fish (Mahi Mahi) Sandwich, on a house-baked Portuguese sweet bread bun, Fresh Fish Tacos, and and order of Brussel sprouts for the table.

The word monkey symbolizes that playfulness and entertainment are good for the soul.
It reminds us that our journey on this planet is not a solitary one, and socialization is part of the fabric of our society. Monkeypod Kitchen is about bringing people together in the most hospitable way.

With it’s social lounge, dining room, 40-foot long bar, wood-fired pizza bar and outdoor dining, the restaurant strives for an informal feel. Zagat gave Monkeypod
high marks, including a 24 score for decor.

The Monkeypod is a story rich tree. Legend has it that Mark Twain planted the first monkeypod tree in Waiohinu on the big island 1866.

Sunset Majesty on Kaanapali Beach on Maui


Sunset Majesty on Kaanapali Beach on Maui
I waited for the sun to drop below the horizon leaving behind grey puffy clouds and suddenly the light show began as it has done for millennia. A couple taking a romantic walk on the beach, kids laying on the hammock enjoying the mystery of the moment and a boat with its' pilot lights turned on, as the transition from day to night takes place.
Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth,
'You owe me.' Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.
—Hafiz
Wedged between night and day, for a split second
The splendor the Sunset Walker can see is captivating
Observing the color of the cloud's and sun's transformation
Seeing reflection transition flashed across the sky
The eyes take pictures of this wonder and describe it
So others can feel that they are walking along beside you.
Source: Lovetowritepoetry

Our Flight to Maui Forced to Abort over the Pacific Has a Happy Ending: We Lived to Tell About it.

“There are only two emotions in a plane: boredom and terror.”
—Orson Welles

We have been taking this flight to Maui almost every year since the late 70s. In a sense it was routine. Sometimes, we didn’t get the fare or the seats we wanted, sometimes our flight was delayed, turbulent, uncomfortable, but this experience was something else all together.

We had already flown almost halfway way to the Island of the Sun, our home away from home, when the flight attendant calmly and apologetically announced there were mechanicial problems with the aircraft affecting the air condition’s compressor (it was cold), and we had to return to SFO. There was cause for concern. Then she then added that we would have to circle the airspace for 2 1/2 hours to use up some fuel because it would be unsafe to land, and lastly, that we would have to change planes, that added another level of complexity. We safely deplaned, and had to wait three hours to board another aircraft and managed to get to Maui 9:30 PM instead of 1 PM.

It reminded me of "The Royals", Prince William and Kate Middleton’s flight to Islamabad in Pakistan in mid-October on the Royal Air Force aircraft which was forced to abort landing twice and had to turn back to Lahore after thunderstorms caused severe turbulence. The crew tried to land at two airports in Islamabad but decided the storm meant it wasn’t safe to land, and it was safer to fly back to Lahore. They were forced to stay overnight and were grateful to the crew for taking care of them. So, kudos to United Airlines for a safe conclusion and for valiantly taking care of our needs in a calm, confident, reasuring way.

After a good nights sleep we awoke to a splendid morning in Paradise, the sun was out, the surf was pounding, the birds were chirping and we could see the ocean and palm trees from our bed out of our 5th floor window. We took a walk along the promenade of Kaanapali Beach, enjoyed brunch at the Kaanapali Grill and, laid by the pool reading and doing crossword puzzles. I took a gentle yoga class at 1 PM with Tawney Lee Hunt, a teacher at the Maui Ocean Club whom we have come to know over the years. No matter how indulgent or fancy the term may sound, Tawney is a strong advocate of "self-care" which is crucial for our physical, emotional, and mental well-being. She believes as we do that there is a calmness to a life lived in gratitude even under the most trying circumstances of one’s life. It’s been said that in bad times, we choose to grow stronger. In good times choose to enjoy fully, and in all times choose to be grateful. Or as Tawney likes to say, live your life and do your practice with an attitude of gratitude.

Photo: Tawney demonstrating Warrior 2 Pose on the Balancing boards (she’s an avid surfer)
Photo: World travelers, George and Cheryl Wightman. Cheryl took the yoga class and afterwards introduced me to her husband George who used to teach at Saratoga High School around the same time our son Jason was a student there. They both live in Capitola and live life to the fullest.
Photo: Joe, the young man next to me is from Queenstown in the Gold Coast of Australia. I told him about my Sicilian cousins in Fremantle, in Western Australia, whom Cecile and I and our son Jason and daughter Michelle visited in 1989.

Celebrating our Granddaugther Lyla's 1st Birthday at La Rinconada Country Club


“Loving a baby granddaughter is a circular business, a kind of feedback loop. The more you give the more you get and the more you get the more you feel like giving.”

—Penelope Leach

Kim and Al Chien hosted a luncheon for our granddaughter Lyla's First birthday, and Cecile and I invited Glory, a whimsical faerie from "Happily Ever Laughter,” to entertain our precious little princess along with the children that joined in on the birthday celebration. Glory performed a magic show, did face painting and created balloon sculptures. From the moment she walked into the room, the kids knew they were in for something special. She added whimsy and sparkle to the event and it didn’t take long for them to fall under her enchanting spell.

Family and friends enjoyed an open bar, waiters and servers brought out platters of empanadas and spring rolls, and the luncheon offering were three types of salads, and a delightful assortment of finger sandwiches, followed by French macaroons, and birthday cake. After the event, we gathered up all the framed photos of Lyla with loving family members, grandmas, and grandpas, and filled up the back of three cars with presents for Lyla from family and friends who overrode the request not to bring gifts. When we left the venue the pouring rain scattered the avid golfers we saw when we first arrived and the sun was shining. It was replaced by a full rainbow. A small group of us including our daughter Michelle, Kyle and Lyla, and other family members met up at Kim and Al’s, had some drinks, and watched a little football while Lyla took a nap. When she awoke, we helped her open her birthday gifts. She was energized, cheerful and sported a smile that lit up the room, and oh my God, Al and Kim bought Lyla her first car and she was raring to go.

Getting back to the rainbow we saw earlier, It’s been said that rainbows speak directly to the heart and soul, offering the promise that the troubles of the day will surely come to pass, and in its’ place, fresh new beginnings. Cecile and I leave for Maui tomorrow, where rainbows make a frequent appearance. We can’t wait to share a little bit of paradise with Lyla who is taking her first maiden voyage to the great island in days to come.

Ode to Lyla

Your cute eyes

Your chubby cheeks

Your adorable sweet smile

Your curly little toes

Your tiny soft hands

Your itsy-bitsy feet

A little princess that makes our lives complete.

We smother you with cuddles

Shower you with kisses

Embracing you with love

Happy Birthday our sweet little misses!

Nonnie and Papa


Happy Birthday to the Best Daughter we Could have Ever Dreamed of Having in our Lives💓🌹💓

“A child will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, the past is forgotten and the future worth living for.” —anonymous

Dearest Michelle, your mom and I want to wish you a very Happy Birthday. We were happy to offer you a romantic evening with Kyle, why we babysat Lyla. Experts say that memories reflect the fabric of our lives and the person we have become. They can also reflect the impact of the type of childhood we enjoyed. Experiences are not just what happens to us, they are the raw material we utilize to shape our identity. 

Looking back at some of your childhood photos, particularly during our three week trip to Israel when you were 7 years old, and your brother Jason was 12, it brought back some fond memories. It is nice to recall how happy, playful and free you were as a child. As you follow your mother’s footsteps, who was very happy as a young girl growing up in Chicago, so too will precious Lyla, follow in your footsteps.

What your mother wanted most for you and Jason, when you looked back at your childhood, was for you to remember that she gave it her all. As you got a bit older, she was fond of saying: “I’m your mother, it's my job to worry.” She will be the first to tell you she failed at times, believing she fell short in her role as a mother. But, she tried her hardest to teach you about kindness, love, compassion, and honesty. Apparently, it worked as you display all those traits and more. She coached you on how to make the right decisions. She loved you enough to keep going, even when she was unsure of herself. She wanted you to remember her as the woman who always had your back. As do I, sweetheart. We love you unconditionally.


Another Phenomenal Thanksgiving Family Feast at the Chien's

"Today, let us swim wildly, joyously in gratitude."
—Rumi, Sufi mystic and poet

Traditionally, Thanksgiving Day is a time to gather together with a sense of gratitude and reverence for our blessings and to enjoy those blessings with a feast of food shared with friends and family. Though it is not a religious holiday, it is a sacred day that many look forward to and remember long after the day has passed. This is how Cecile and I feel when attending Thanksgiving at the Chiens. They always make us feel welcomed and at ease.

Kim is the very arbiter of style, taste, and creativity when it comes to setting the stage for an unforgettable Thanksgiving meal. The warm and cozy ambiance she creates is phenomenal. Together with her husband Al, they prepared and choreographed the most amazing family affair. Kyle, Michelle and our granddaughter Lyla, were present. Kyle’s brother Chip and fiance, Katie Sullivan came in from NYC. Al’s brother Rich Chien, wife Lisa and their daughter’s Alivia and Simone and our son Jason were in attendance along with Cecile and myself. It wouldn’t be complete without Rich and Al’s mom and dad, Dana and Jack who also joined us.

We began with drinks, clam dip, and chips; brie with cranberries and pecans for appetizers. Al and Kim cooked the roasted turkey with sage dressing and gravy to perfection. They also made mash potatoes, candied yams with marshmallows, sweet potato casserole, green salad with feta cheese, candied pecans and pomegranate seeds. Lisa brought a delicious honey baked ham and sticky rice, Michelle brought mushroom green beans with crunchy dry onions on top, and dinner rolls, and Cecile and I brought a pumpkin, pecan, and french apple pies and fall cookies.

If you think you’re going to leave Kim and Al’s home empty-handed, you would be wrong. As we know Thanksgiving leftovers are a treat in any home and they make it easy by providing convenient containers so that everyone can have their own plate(s) of food and dessert for the next day or two.

Dearest Kim and Al, Rumi also wrote: “If you only say one prayer in a day, make it thank you.” In this spirit, we thank you once again for your gracious hospitality, your love, and your friendship. We both hit the lottery when your Kyle and our Michelle married. Just ask Lyla!💓


Remembering My Late Brother Michael on Thanksgiving Day: A Profile in Gentleness and Loving-Kindness:

“Find the good and praise it.”
—Author, Alex Haley

The Thanksgiving month timing of my brother Michael’s passing was significant in many ways. I will always remember him for his contagious smile from the time we were kids. He was eight years my junior. He was taken from us on All Saints Day, November 1; two days before our late mother Marie Augustine’s birthday, November 2, and 9 days before what would have been his 61st birthday on November 10.

On this Thanksgiving Day, our family is framing our grief through the lens of gratitude. Borrowing from the Alex Haley quote above, we have found the "good" in Michael and praising it. We found “good” in the way he was devoted to his boys, Michael Jr., Andrew, Brock, and Alex. We found "good" in the way he adored his nieces and nephews. We found good in the way he was beloved by his boss Donald (Donnie) Shauger, Executive Vice President of the Schauger Group, Inc., who took a busload of about 36 co-workers from whom one by one, my siblings, Josephine, Stephen, and I accepted heartfelt condolences after I delivered the eulogy; who together with Suez Water Service in Northern, NJ donated 600 Thanksgiving Meals for families in need in memory of Michael.

My nephew, Michael Jr., shared at the funeral mass how my brother used to take him and his brothers for a bite to eat and would buy extra take out food to give to the homeless. 

Last but not least, we found “good" in our brother when we learned that he would die in the same way he lived by loving and giving. In a final act of generosity: donating his kidneys to two grateful recipients, becoming only 3 in 1,000 people who die in the way that allows for organ donation. His life lives on through them and through us by our cherished memories of him.

May you rest in peace, dear brother in the heavenly abode!

Grief is like the ocean;
It comes in waves,
Ebbing and flowing.
Sometimes the water is calm,
And sometimes it is overwhelming.
All we can do is learn to Swim.
—Vicki Harrison

Photos: The black and white photos were taken when we were kids, Michael sitting on my lap on a park bench and together with my sister and beloved mother.


Celebrating Cecile's 70th Birthday with Family at the Village Bakery & Cafe In Woodside, CA

"Cecile, we are together because the entire universe conspired to help me find you. My late mentor, Carmine Sippo, as you know wanted me to go to podiatric medical school in Philadelphia, assuring me he could secure me an internship, and I chose Chicago where we met, and here we are together after all these years. Happy Birthday, my love."

We had a very intimate brunch with our daughter Michelle & Kyle and our granddaughter Lyla, Kim and our son, Jason. Lyla was keeping busy coloring with crayons, curiously watching kids at nearby tables and smiling for the camera. The tables inside the restaurant were adorned with white tablecloths and a layer of white butcher paper to accommodate children and their desire for drawing and coloring surfaces, an idea conceived by one of the five owners. Believing there was still white paper on the table after returning from the restroom, I drew a large heart for Lyla with a red crayon. Michelle pointed out it was on the white tablecloth. Apparently, the paper had been removed😳. She asked teasingly if I was going to put that in my post? Mea culpa, here it is. Fortunately, the restaurant didn’t put it on my tab😎.

The Village Bakery and Cafe menu represent American food by way of farm to table, with a strong Mediterranean influence. Michelle had the Smoked Salmon Tartine, Kyle had Huevos Rancheros, Jason had the Canadian Breakfast which included eggs, roasted potatoes, and pork sausage, and Cecile, Kim and I had Avocado Toast with Puffed Quinoa, Pickled Shallots with arugula on top. As an old friend would say it was all very grand & delicious. There is a full bakery next door, with freshly baked bread delivered each morning and fresh pastries baked on-site.

After brunch, Cecile was showered with gifts of clothing from Michelle, Kim, Jason & Kyle and in addition, a “pineapple,” from Michelle, Kyle & Jason. I know what your thinking. What’s with the pineapple? Well, since we are going on our annual family vacation to Maui in December (we missed last year when Lyla was born) they are treating us to the "Drums of the Pacific Luau," at the Hyatt Regency Resort. It will be the first time Lyla will be with us, continuing a family tradition.

To My Late Brother Michael Augustine, Sr., on His 61st Birthday: A Celebration of His Life & Work

“Millions of people will get to enjoy the work Michael did,” said his boss & Co-worker,” Donald (Donny) Shauger.

“A light loses nothing by being extinguished, it just goes back to how it was before."
-Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Seneca, the great Roman Stoic philosopher reminded himself that prior to being born we were still and at peace, and so we will be once again after we die. Rest in peace, dear brother. This day, November 10 will always be your birthday. No one can ever take it away from you or from those who love you.

My fondest childhood memory is when we were visiting relatives in Sicily where our mother was born. Zio (uncle) Lillo taught me how to drive his Vespa. I was 13, our sister Josephine, 8 and you were 5. As we rode along the upper road overlooking the ocean, I came to the top of a small sandy hill, lost my balance and we went down. No one got hurt and we all laughed it off and got back on.

Cecile and I got married in 1977. Her mom and dad threw an intimate wedding reception in Chicago. Mom and dad came from NJ and they brought you and mom said: “I’m sending Michael back with you to California.” You attended West Valley College in Saratoga, lived with us for two years, and later took a job installing Pella windows, then moved to San Diego, got married to Carla, and had four wonderful boys, Mikey, Andrew, Brock, and Alex who adore you.

Since you were a young kid, you were drawn to carpentry and construction and in 2003 took a job with The Shauger Group, Inc. (TSG) in East Orange, NJ. Due to your enthusiastic and dedicated presence in the field you became known as an important part of the TSG team and In time you served as a Carpenter Foreman and Supervisor.

Fast forward, and I invited you to join me and our brother in law Joe to take a trip of a lifetime to Kenya and Tanzania. I will always treasure our time together.

Your extraordinary son, Michael, Jr., gave a heartfelt memorial tribute to you at St. Francis Church in Hoboken, NJ. You would have been so proud of him. Here is a brief excerpt from that tribute.
"…I ask everyone out there who knew him to “pay it forward” with the same unconditional love, desire to help
others and overall selflessness that made him shine so bright.” In the spirit of "paying it forward," your aunt Cecile and I have donated $500 to your favorite charity (and ours), Saint Jude’s Children’s Research in loving memory.

To Family & Friends: After I delivered the Eulogy to a packed room at Failla’s Funeral Home in honor of my brother Michael, something extraordinary happened, a busload of 36 co-workers who were stuck in traffic arrived to pay their respects including his boss Donald (Donny) and his wife, Lisa We greeted them one by one as they paid their condolences.

We celebrated my brother Michael’s life with a repast luncheon at Trattoria Il Cafone in Lynhurst, NJ. Before the food was served, Donny said, “We pay our last respects to Michael Augustine, not only my Coworker for over 15 years, he was also part of our family. Millions of people will get to enjoy the work Michael did. The South Mountain Recreational Complex (Turtle Back Zoo) was built and overseen by Michael. His dedication to his family, Coworkers, friends, and others was priceless. He was involved with every community project or charity event the company was involved in, including extreme makeovers of the Apostles House in Newark, a homeless shelter for women with children in 2008 and 2018. In 2012 he assisted in replacing a roof that was ripped off a senior citizen rehab center by Hurricane Sandy. He also loved doing the snowplowing at Morris Country College and said we were blessed to have Michael in our lives. The victorious pose Michael displays in the photo is when he finished installing the bridge at the walking path around Orange Reservoir, an example of the pride Michael put into all his projects.

To our surprise, our family discovered that Donny quietly took care of the bill for the luncheon for over 60 people before he said his goodbyes. Donny loved Michael like a brother and sat vigil with Michael late into the night when he was in the hospital and for that compassionate act, our family will always be grateful. Thanks, Donny. You're the best.


Finally, to my dear cousin Reena (Selfie Queen) and Penny Lane for making me and Cecile smile and my cousin Joey Micalizzi, a United Airlines Baggage Handler at Newark Airport, for meeting us at the gate the day after the funeral to see us off for our return to California. It helped ease the pain of our loss. As Reena reminded me, television's children host, Mr. Rogers said his mother responded to scary news by telling him, 'Look for the helper's.' I agree there are friends, family members, even strangers who were there to ease the burden for our family, and as the Swedish proverb says, a burden shared is cut in half.


A Somber View of NYC after the Death of My Dear Brother Michael

Born: November 10, 1958
Died: November 01, 2019

"The Creator looked around his garden and found a special place and put his arms around you in a warm embrace and flew you to join mom and dad in their's & now your heavenly place."
—Your brother, Dennis

I would normally relish this view of the New York City skyline from the Sheraton Lincoln Harbor Hotel in Weehawken, NJ, where we are staying (photo). But with my brother Michael’s unexpected death, it has taken on a more somber view. 

It is ten minutes from Hoboken where Michael, my sister Josephine, brother Stephen and I grew up.

His passing was sudden and a gut wrenching reminder of the fragility of life. He died on Friday, November 1, at around 10 PM. He was 60.

Eerily, his death fell on All Saints Day, one of the six Holy Days on the Roman Catholic Church calendar, when Catholics pray for the faithful departed, my brother-in-law Joseph Mcallister's birthday and 9 days from his birthday (November 10). It was also a day before the anniversary of our late mother Maria's birthday (November 2) who died on Mother’s Day in 2013. 

My brother is survived by his sons Michael Jr., Brock, Alex and Andrew Augustine, a serviceman for the Air Force who flew back from his base in Japan to be at his father’s bedside before he passed. My brother always collectively and affectionately referred to them as “My Boys."

Dear Michael, your actions were always kind. You had a big heart and warm smile, always anxious to please and loathe to offend. You were a loving brother, father and faithful friend. I will always treasure the memory of the time you, our brother-in-law Joe went on a camera safari to Kenya and Tanzania for a long overdue vacation. I never saw you so happy and it was the greatest bonding experience a brother could have. May you rest in peace!

Our family welcomes all your thoughts and prayers as the family enters a difficult grieving process.



Saratoga Merchants Get into the Halloween Spirit & Our Granddaughter Lyla's First Pumpkin

The Historic Saratoga Village merchants went all out for this year's Halloween season. Most of these photos were recently taken while Cecile and I walked the downtown area recently after lunch. The other pics were taken at Rinconada Hills where we live and a couple while babysitting our granddaughter Lyla cozying up to her first Halloween pumpkin with great joy on the porch of the home she shares with our daughter Michelle and husband Kyle. 

Most scholars agree that Halloween began about 2,000 years ago when the ancient Celtic people of Europe celebrated the end of the harvest and the start of a new year in a festival called Samhain. It was also a time of communing with otherworldly spirits, with big bonfires lit in honor of the dead, and the wearing of costumes to ward off ghosts. When the Romans conquered most of the Celtic territory by 43 A.D., they brought their own fall festivals with them. Their October celebration called Feralia also commemorated the passing of the dead. Fast forward a few centuries and Several Christian popes attempted to replace “pagan” holidays like Samhain with events of their own design. By 1000 A.D., All Souls’ Day on Nov 2 served as a time for the living to pray for the souls of the dead, and All Saints Day was assigned to November 1, to honor the saints and was also called All Hallows, making October 31 All Hallows Eve, and later becoming Halloween.

Despite the new religious focus, people in Old England and Ireland continued to associate the time with the wandering dead. They set out gifts of foods to please the spirits, and as time wore on, people began to dress in scary costumes in exchange for treats—a practice called “mumming,” which is comparable to today’s trick-or-treating which skyrocketed in popularity by the 1950s, when Halloween became a real national event. Today, over 179 million Americans celebrate this holiday.

Happy Halloween Lyla & Friends & Family

Love Papa Dennis & Nonnie Cecile

Biking the 30 Mile Roundtrip Coyote Creek Trail in Santa Clara County

“You are only one bike ride away from a good mood."

The Coyote Creek Trail is a scenic and peaceful stretch of land along Coyote Creek, a favorite trail for hikers, joggers, horseback riders and bicyclists in San Jose, California. It was designated part of the National Recreation Trail in 2009. When we started these weekly biking trips about two months ago, it was just James Hunter and me. Then friend Bill Rothenberg joined us. During this particular trip, veteran bicyclist, and yoga buddy, Gary Covell came along. 

We began our ride at the Coyote Creek Visitor Center parking lot at Anderson Lake County Park at around 9:45 AM and continued along the Coyote Creek Parkway which is the maintained southern Santa Clara County portion of the trail that includes a chain of county parks along the creek. The county portion is about 30 miles of a mostly flat paved trail heading up to Hellyer Park. It was sunny and the temperature would hit 89 degrees. 

Just the day before I went to see an orthopedist for a follow-up check-up of the small fracture of my pinky finger resulting from the injury I sustained while biking along the Ritz Carlton Golf course just a week ago. The doctor's last words before I left his office were, keep a splint on my finger, ice as needed and “Don’t ride your bike!” I didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity and felt reasonably assured with my self-clinging splint and bicycle gloves with finger cut-outs, I would be fine. There was no pain, the swelling and bruising were gone. I made due by just using the other finger four fingers to grip the handlebar and front right brake. 

As we continued along, we saw hawks, deer, wild turkeys, an abundance of trees, green and brown grass and plants, bridges. The trail got a little busier with other bikers passing us going in the opposite direction. We met a young man on our return who had stopped off to the side with an electric retro-styled bike/moped made by the San Francisco-based ONYX (Photo). The retro styling is reminiscent of the 1970s and ’80s. This one was painted with the number 69. Though he had functional pedals, it was mostly for show and to escape being caught riding on a bike path with a vehicle that although street legal can hit a top speed of 60 MPH as opposed to ours that tops out at 20 or 30 MPH when driving downhill. His bike had much higher battery power and he told us it retailed for $3600 compared to my $1,000 Sondors’ with a seven gear Shimayo gear shift.

As we made our way back to the parking lot at the Coyote Creek Visitor Center a husband and wife passed us with their majestic horses and made their way to their horse trailers. Lunch today was at the Taqueria at the Chavez Supermarket recommended by Bill, one of ten locations in the Bay Area. Judging by the predominantly Mexican-American clientele we were at the right place. I ordered a Chicken Burrito in a taco bowl. Muy delicioso!

Celebrating the Birthday of Our Thirty Something Son-in-Law Kyle Lewis

“Nothing changes when you cross thirty except you have to start using an anti-aging cream.”

“If the past is a road map for your future, you have accomplished so much in so little time and there is a future
full of promise. Wishing you another year of growth, prosperity, peace and great joy.” The Family

Yesterday, Cecile and I celebrated our son-in-law Kyle’s 32nd Birthday at his and our daughter Michelle’s home in Redwood City. Of course, our precious granddaughter Lyla was there, the life of the party as always, and their dog Decker who is always up for a party. Kyle’s dad Ed and Gerry, and his mom, Kim and AL were also present. 

It’s been said that after the age of 30, one tends to take a few moments to think about how many more peak years they have left. In a mindful moment, you interrupt those crazy thoughts and realize, screw this—who cares about the number thing—feeling young is a state of mind. At 69, I still think this way. So there’s hope:-)

Kyle, turning a new age is a blessing, the beginning of something new and exciting. 
Besides, having a wonderful family, an adorable baby girl, amazing friends who think highly of you, a successful career, and fun hobbies are more important than pondering how fast time is going by.

At 32, through hard work, creativity, focus and deep desire to provide for you and your family, you are quickly realizing the American Dream and it goes without saying, we are all proud of you. 

As someone who has enjoyed a measure of success, I have admired the fact that you chose your own path, not the one others may have wanted for you.

Final thoughts: Life is like a camera, focus on what it is important, capture the good times, develop from the negatives, and if things don’t work out, continue to be courageous and take another shot. This is the secret to success.

Happy Birthday, Kyle!
We love you.

Encountering Two Buddhist Monks at a Pumpkin Weigh-Off after our Half Moon Bay Coastal Trail Bike Ride

“The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we don’t live in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life.”
—Thick Nhat Hanh

Bill Rothenberg and I began our invigorating ride from Pillar Point Harbor along Half Moon Bay State Park’s Coastal Trail taking in sweeping views
of the Pacific Ocean as we made our way to the Ritz Carlton. These parts of the coast are known to be cloudy, foggy and cold. Though it was brisk, we had plenty of sunshine throughout the day. Other than a quarter-mile along a sleepy beachfront street, the ride is virtually removed from traffic. Though it is mostly one, long, unbroken beach, there are actually around 11 named beaches. Along the way, we saw surfers in their wet suits, crows doing acrobatics on thermal air currents, guided horse riding groups making their entrance over a sand dune to the beach.
As we got, further along, we noticed some RV campgrounds. The treeless expanses made the ride very scenic. There were detour signs safely re-routing us to avoid
areas of slides and collapses of some of the trails. It was a relatively easy ride until we hit a quarter-mile of trails that were disjointed and unpaved and filled with ruts and sloping, bumpy, varied terrain that required our deepest attention. 
As if the wide-open scenery and refreshing ocean air weren’t enough, we rode along The Ritz-Carlton and the adjacent golf course. The ride turns around a designated area where the public trail ends.
I ended it with a crash in front of four golfers as I was turning off to the right & Bill went left. I broke my fall with my right hand. Disrupting the attention and concentration of a golfer about to tee off is like walking noisily into a Buddhist monastery while the monks are meditating. But, they were kind and showed concerned for my well-being. Fortunately, we were only going about 5 miles an hour and it appears I sprained my pinky finger on my right hand. 

Speaking of Buddhist monks, upon our return Bill and I took a short cut to a very colorful downtown Half Moon Bay and encountered two Buddhist monks at the 46th annual Safeway World Championship PUMPKIN WEIGH-OFF exhibit. I noticed they were taking photos of each other in front of a gargantuan 2,175 pumpkin, so I offered to take one of them together & they reciprocated. A conversation ensued and it turned out they were Theravada (of the elders) monks from a local monastery. I shared with them the five years of annual three-week mindfulness meditation retreats I did at Kyaswa Monastery in the Sagaing Hills outside of Mandalay, in Myanmar. They were familiar with the monastery and my late teacher. One of the monks, asked if I could email him the photos and as we said our goodbyes, he extended an invitation to visit their monastery.

By this time we were famished. We discovered a charming place Mexican Restaurant called the Cantina across the street from the Pink colored Half Moon Bay Feed & Fuel Company, where two musicians were serenading patrons. I had battered fish tacos and Bill had enchiladas, rice, and beans. After lunch we made our way back to Pillar Harbor, having clocked 17 miles worth of biking before heading home.

Postscript: I had an X-ray taken of my 5th digit (pinky finger) on my right hand and was diagnosed with a non-displaced fracture, and the doctor dispensed a padded aluminum finger splint and I’m ready for my next adventure.

Dining with Friends at the Upscale Laid Back Dry Creek Grill in San Jose

“Real friends are the kind where you pick up where you left off whether it be a week…or two years since you’d seen each other. —Jojo Moyes

It was so nice to reunite with our friends and neighbors, Susan and Nelson Bye whom we hadn’t seen for several months and who recently returned from one of their overseas adventure travels.

They invited us to join them for dinner at the Dry Creek Grill in San Jose, California, not too far from where Cecile and I founded the Park Avenue Foot Clinic at the start of my career in 1975 after moving from Chicago. The Nelson’s had seen a Metro Silicon Valley restaurant Guide that rated it as one of the top restaurants in San Jose. It didn’t disappoint.

The owners of Dry Creek Grill, Holly and John Smith, were inspired by the vision of creating an upscale, yet laid back steakhouse, that offers great steaks, burgers, and barbecue. But, they also offer specialty dishes like pasta and risotto.

We began by ordering some handcrafted cocktails the restaurant is known for and enjoyed them while seated around a warm glow of a fire pit strategically placed on the front patio to the left of the entrance. When our table was ready we were escorted to a comfortable booth. The spacious and inviting interior offered an aesthetically warm and inviting ambiance for what turned out to be a fine dining experience. Located in the Moose Lodge building that has been in San Jose since 1965, the location has been transformed using recycled materials throughout. One of the most notable features is the massive elongated redwood bar made from the heart of a curly redwood tree that had fallen naturally in the Santa Cruz Mountains.

For starters, we enjoyed fresh-baked cornbread with white cheddar cheese Jalapeño and honey butter.
For our entrees we had a Greek seasoned lamb patty, feta cheese, tomato, red onion, roasted red bell peppers, cucumber, and tzatziki sauce; a Texas-Style wood smoked beef brisket, with BBQ sauce with coleslaw, and baked beans; Pappardelle pasta with wild mushrooms and Risotto with wild mushrooms. This was followed by a trio of tasty assorted Gelato for the table.

A Pacific Coast Bike Ride from Sand City to the 17 Mile Drive in Picturesque Pebble Beach

“Observe the wonders as they occur around you...feel the artistry moving through and be silent.”
-Rumi

Another splendid biking trip recommended by my good friend and long-time biking enthusiast James (Jimi) Hunter to Bill Rothenberg and I that began in Sand City where we parked and off-loaded our bikes. We stopped at Recreation Road in Marina Beach, where I used to hang glide over the sand dunes, then continued on along the pristine Pacific Coastline through the jagged rocks and sandy beaches of Pacific Grove and Asilomar on the Monterrey Peninsula and finally part of the 17-Mile Drive at Pebble Beach.
It was here that we entered an enchanting world full of dramatic coastal cliffs, snow-white breaches, the Lone Cypress, the Restless Sea at Point Joe and the inn at Spanish Bay. This area has a long history dating back to 1602 when Spanish explorers mapped out the area. After a number of ownership changes, Pebble Beach was purchased at auction for 12 cents an acre by David Jacks many decades later was acquired by an investment group led by Clint Eastwood, Arnold Palmer, and Peter Ueberroth.

I mentioned above that we covered “part” of the 17-mile drive. The reason: the pedal on my left side broke off the crank. It was the equivalent of trying to row your boat up a creek without a paddle. Thanks to a good Samaritan cyclist vacationing from Utah whom Jimi flagged down, we were referred to the folks at Winning Wheels Bicycle Shop back in Pacific Grove where an emergency replacement of both the pedal and the crank whose threads were stripped beyond repair. The other saving grace was the fact that my electric assist bike had plenty of battery power left to get me to the repair shop. All I had to do was push the button and I was off to the races.

Just before we found the bicycle shop I encountered a white-tailed doe and her fawn eating grass from a residents’ lawn (photo). As many deer as I have seen in the area where we live and around the world during my travels, I always find myself in awe of them. We stared intently at one another. I am a student of symbolism, especially in animal sightings. The deer prompts you to be yourself and continue along the path. A fawn, in particular, is symbolic of moving beyond unexpected situations and crises. I found myself at peace.

After biking 27 miles off and on for five hours, Bill recommended we have a late lunch at Phil’s Fish Market & Eatery in Moss Landing. After burning off a slew of calories, food never tasted so good.

Postscript: The Red caboose is a nod to the biking trail’s railway history of Monterrey and Pacific Grove.