Dinner with Friends at Anchors Fish & Chips & Seafood Grill in Historic Saratoga's Restaurant Row

Humble Beginnings: One of the earliest known fish and chips shops was opened by Ashkenazi Jewish proprietor Joseph Malin in the nineteen century. He combined fried potatoes with fried fish, and serving it warm rather than cold as the Sephardic Jews from Spain and Portugal had done in Holland and London before him. From there it spread throughout England, and the rest of the world including the United States.

Cecile and I met good friends Bill and Sarah at their home just a hop, skip and a jump from our townhome for drinks and avocado and chips before having dinner at the relatively new Anchors Fish and Chips and Seafood Grill on Saratoga’s restaurant row. The village and its’ vendors had decorated their stores and restaurants in advance of the 4th of July holiday.

A while back I had fish and chips at a stall at the Anchors San Pedro Square’s Public Market in San Jose where Bill and I stopped for lunch during a bike ride. Anchors is owned by South Bay veterans Nestor and Carlos Zubizarreta and Chef Mario Ariza. A surprise to all of us this is that this is not your typical fish and chips operation. Anchors also offers a diverse menu that features grilled halibut, salmon and sword fish, lobster rolls, seafood salads, oysters, teriyaki salmon bowls, linguine with clams or sea scallops, seafood pasta dishes, grilled fish tacos and more. Had we known, we would have definitely reserved sooner. We were able to score a private corner table outdoors that Cecile requested when she made the reservations. Sarah had a skewer of shrimp and sea scallops with fries and asparagus; Bill had a skewer of shrimp, rice and potatoes; Cecile had grilled sea scallops with vegetables and cherry tomatoes and I had wild mahi-mahi with roasted vegetables and baby carrots. We can’t wait to come back to try other dishes and drinks from their full service bar.

A Happy Accident: Our Granddaughter Lyla Gets Her Wish

"A child is going to remember who was there, not what you spent on them. Kids outgrow toys and outfits, but they never outgrow time and love."

Our son-in-law Kyle dropped off our sweet 14-month old granddaughter Emmy to babysit yesterday. Emmy’s 3 1/2 year old big sister Lyla whom Kyle was taking to preschool wanted to get out of the car to say hello to Nonnie and Papa. Once here she didn’t want to leave. Kyle gave her a few more minutes and off she went—reluctantly I may add. By the time Lyla was ready to be dropped off, one of the school’s staff members said there was a power outage and classes were cancelled. Lyla is too young to realize it yet, but she was the recipient of a happy accident, or one can say, she got her wish. It reminds me when I was a young boy and really didn’t want to go to school the next day when a snow storm hit and school was cancelled.

When good things fall into place, Cecile and refer to them as a “happy accident." This is based on the fact that we ourselves have been fortunate recipients of these type of events such as the time we reserved connecting rooms at the Hotel Lutetia in the heart of Saint Germain in Paris and were upgraded to a penthouse sweet overlooking the Eiffel Tower.

Lyla said she was hungry so Cecile made croissants for all of us for breakfast, and prepared some fresh cut fruit to go with it. Lyla also wanted "something special" to drink which is usually code for fresh orange juice which we ran out of. She settled for a little glass of plain sparkling Pellegrino.

We decided to take the girls for a stroll around the lake where we live to explore nature, something the girls love doing. We saw a number of lizards, turtles—big and small—lounging on the rocks, one that had a black American Coot (mud hen with web feet) standing next to it. There was also a raft of ducks paddling toward us in unison across the lake. Finally, the girls saw white tailed rabbits darting in and out of the bushes or what Lyla described as “scampering,” which caught us off guard. I don’t think I ever used the word scampering until I was in my teens:-) Later, I pointed out a metal utility rowboat that was tethered to shore we had both sat in when she was younger. She said, “I want to go in!” She did with my supervision and she was all smiles. On the home stretch of our walk, Lyla said her legs were tired. So I carried her until Cecile recommended placing her in the stroller while I carried Emmy back home. I changed Emmy’s diaper and got her ready for her nap. She was in a giggling mood and relaxed in my arms as I rocked her to sleep.

Ducks across the lake

Exploring the Deep Rooted Culture of the Mennonite Community in the Canadian Countryside & Dinner at Volos

“My mother’s people are Old Order Mennonite-horse and buggy Mennonite, very close cousins to the Amish…”—Beverly Marie Lewis, New York Times Best Selling Author

Our guide Leon took us on a 100-mile journey to explore the splendor of Canadian countryside, one hour west of Toronto to visiit the colorful St. Jacobs Farmers Market and to learn about the culture, customs, and lifestyle of the Mennonite community. Walking down the main part of town, there were Mennonite men riding their horse drawn carriages. The women were walking into stores wearing their small circular-ish lace head covering. It is a Biblical command for women to cover their heads while praying. Since they must always be ready to pray, they were their coverings all the time. They also wear bonnets like the Amish. Black bonnets mean they are single and white bonnets mean they are married.

As St. Jacobs attracted more tourists there was a need to communicate with the curious visitors like ourselves about the Mennonites deep rooted culture.The Mennonites are named after Men Simons, a Dutch Priest who joined the movement inn 1536. Today, they are a worldwide community of 2.1 million in 86 countries that encompasses a broad variety of religious practice that include the Older Order, Conservative and more assimilated communities. This is in contrast to the Amish community led by Amman that began in 1693, who are very close cousins to the Mennonites and by all accounts somewhat stricter than the Amish. Today the Amish are located primarily in the United States and Canada.

After a late afternoon respite we had dinner at Volos Estiatorio, a Greek restaurant in the Financial District near our hotel.

Brunch at the Gold Miner Cafe: A Little Touch of Folsom & Johnny Cash Looking Over our Shoulder

Cecile and I had breakfast at Folsom’s legendary Gold Miner Cafe. Owner, Kay Gardner and her daughter, Tiffeny Ayala run the eatery. Gardner bought the restaurant in 1984. It was named Laurie’s Kitchen back then and she turned it into the Gold Miner. In 2006 she sold it and bought another restaurant in Rocklin. When it came back on the market for sale, Gardner embraced the opportunity to own it again in what the late Yogi Berra would call de déjà vu all over again. It was a gutsy move on her part, especially during the pandemic in November 2020. But, she brought it back to life with word of mouth and social media. Though the place was packed, we received our generous portions of food very promptly as Johnny Cash’s likeness was looking over our shoulders.

Speaking of Johnny Cash, in January 13, 1968, he made history by recording a live album inside of California’s Folsom State Prison. Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison is the first live album by an American singer-songwriter. It was released on Columbia Records on May 6, 1968, became a hit in the United States, reaching number one of the country charts and the top 15 of the national album chart. The song that started the prison obsession for Cash was his own “Folsom Prison Blues.” It was written in 1953 while serving in Germany with the US Air Force, and was inspired by the 1951 film, Inside the Walls of Folsom Prison. After the release of his hit record in 1955, he began getting letters from inmates around the country asking him to play.

Postscript: Folsom Lake reveals Gold Rush era relics artifacts that are typically sumbmerged are now visible due to California’s ongoing drought and water crisis. Panning for Gold is legal.

Celebrating Our Son Jason's Birthday at Scott's Seafood Roundhouse in Folsom

Dearest Jason, may the year ahead continue to exceed your expectations and always remember that you are loved more than you know. Love, mom and dad

Cecile, Alex and I celebrated Jason’s birthday last evening at Scott’s Seafood Roundhouse in the historic downtown Folsom. Some people say the older you get the less likely you are willing to celebrate your birthday because it is a reminder that we all have an expiration date. But, not our family. Cecile and I have always taken time to celebrate our respective family birthdays in keeping with our motto “Enjoy Your Life Now,” since NOW is all we have.

We started off with cocktails, beer and wine along with appetizers: Calamari and Thai chili, and House-made Falafel (seasonal hummus, feta, kalamata olives, cucumber, heirloom tomato and dill). For our dinner entrees the guest of honor enjoyed Grilled Petrale Sole Dore, Alex had Seafood Papardellie: Day boat scallops, jumbo shrimp, artichoke hearts, grape tomatoes, and spinach. Cecile had Pan Seared Day Boat Scallops with yellow corn risotto, goat cheese, basil peach salsa, squash and arugula. I ordered Char Grilled Sterling King Salmon, with Thai pesto rice noodles, summer squash, peak salsa, cashew, spiced yogurt, and peach curry. The presentation was beyond measure and the food was excellent.

I love a restaurant with a story behind it and Scott’s fits the bill. The dream of the owners, John and Suzanne Cook was to create a restaurant that would be a replica of the old Sacramento Valley Railroad depot in Folsom. That vision became a reality in July 2020 when the restaurant opened its doors at their new Sutter Street location where the trains from Sacramento used to stop for servicing before their engine was set on a turntable that spun around and headed them back the way they came, hence the word “Roundhouse.” The word Roundhouse is also defined as a circular building for housing and repairing locomotives.

In honor of Jason’’s birthday, the waiter brought a Raspberry Jack: Double rainbow vanilla bean ice cream raspberries with a douse of triple sec with a candle on it and we all sang Happy Birthday and a Ghirardelli Hot Fudge Sundae which we all shared.

Postscript: Some photos from the past

Private City Tour of Top Sights in Toronto with Friends

"Sometimes all you need are great friends and a mutual thirst for adventures”

—Unknown Author

Our tour guide’s name was Adeodata. She pointed to a cubed charm bracelet shaped like dice that was hanging over her dashboard. "It was given to her by a friend," she said. Sensing I was wondering what the origin of her name was, she added “It means 'God Given.’” She was charming, fun, a bit quirky in a good way, turned out to be an exceptional guide. She referred to her red Toyota as her “Red Rocket.” Our first stop was at the St. Lawrence Market, one of the world’s great markets. We sampled cheese, and coffee from Luba’s Coffee Boutique. We continued on to the Cathedral Church of St. James. Adeodata told us that Toronto is the most multicultural city in the world and that over 150 languages are spoken. Everybody gets along and that it is a safe city. She took photos of us in front of the Historic Romanesque Old City Hall. We saw the Gooderham Building, also known as the Flatiron Building in the Financial District that was completed in 1892. Any building over a 100 years old must be preserved, and in this case stands amidst the huge skyscraper office buildings. We went on to the see the iconic three-dimensional illuminated Toronto sign that spells the the city’s name at Nathan Phillips Square at the New City Hall. It was a great photo op. We then visited the University of Toronto public research university located on the grounds that surround Queen’s Park. Surprisingly, one of the most fascinated museums we visited was the Bata Shoe Museum which exhibits the 4500-year history of footwear ranging from Chinese bound woman’s shoes and ancient Egyptian sandals to chestnut-crushing clogs and glamorous elevated footwear, and shoes of royalty, and religious orders, etc.

We visited synagogues including the Toronto Hebrew Congregation known as Holy Blossom that was founded in the mid to late 1800s by seventeen Jewish families from England and Continental Europe. We visited some castles (former horse stables) built for Sir Henry Pellatt in the early 1900s. A photo exhibit of Princess Diana is currently taking place there. The next stop was Kensington market, a walkable neighborhood, that has a wonderful eclectic and bohemian vibe, charming cafes, hipster hangouts, artists hubs and underground speakeasies. Adeodata then drove us to Dim Sum King Seafood Restaurant in Chinatown for lunch. Our final destination before we headed back to our hotel was Distillery District, formerly home of the largest distillery in the world, now a pedestrian neighborhood closed off to traffic. Adeodata took us to Soma Chocolate-maker, and had us pick out a chocolate confectionary of our choice before heading over to Balzac’s Coffee Roasters further down the street to order a coffee of our choice. Balzac's has transformed an 1895 Pump House into a very charming two story Grand Parisian style cafe. When we got to the hotel we thanked our guide guide for a wonderful tour. Nelson gave her an excellent Google review on our behalf which she gratefully appreciated. After a respite we had dinner at the Richmond Station, a Co-owned "Top Chef Canada" winner near our hotel.

An Abbreviated Self-Guided Tour of Beautiful Downtown Toronto

“I didn’t realize Toronto was so beautiful. Everywhere you go you see beautiful architecture.”

—Keven Costner

It has been many years since Cecile and I were in Toronto. So much so that everything is fresh and new to us. Though we are doing a half-day private guided tour tomorrow with our friends, the Byes who arrive this evening, we decided to get our 10,000 steps in and stretch our legs. We did a simple abbreviated self-guided tour of some sections of the downtown area, right after checking in and having a complimentary breakfast at the Hilton Toronto, located in the heart of the Entertainment District.

Our first stop was the CN Tower (as in Canadian National), the most recognizable and celebrated Icon in Canada is a 1,815 ft high concrete communications and observation tower in downtown Toronto. It is considered to be an architectural triumph the world over and an engineering Wonder of the Modern World. When we saw it from the breakfast floor at the Hilton we knew we had to get closer to see an obstructive view.

A few minutes away is Roundhouse Park (former Railway Lands) is a 17-acre park also in the downtown, a preserved Locomotive roundhouse and colorful vintage railroad cars which is home to the Toronto Railway Museum, Steam Whistle Brewery and entertainment complex.

As I write this post I feel soothed by the church bells ringing from St. James Cathedral. It reminds me of the Church bells of Our Lady of Grace, a block away from where I grew up in Hoboken, New Jersey and the church bells that rung near the home of my Sicilian relatives during many visits there.

Wonderful Dinner with my Son Jason at Furusato Which Opened up a Discussion About Cecile and my Travels to Japan

“Japan is the most intoxicating place for me…The Japanese culture fascinates me: The food, the dress, the manners and the traditions. It’s the travel experience that has moved me the most.”

—Roman Coppola

When we have an urge for authentic Japanese cuisine Furusato is the place to go, not only for its’ artistic presentation, great service, quality of its food, and generous portions, but also for its Japanese-style interior design and traditional Japanese

ambiance. They have four private “Tatami” rooms for groups of 4-20 people, great for parties and special events. Great place for sushi lovers. Furusato literally means “old Village” or “hometown,” but closer English equivalents are “home” and “native place."

We both ordered a combination entree. Jason had Chicken Teriyaki and California Roll and I had the Salmon Teriyaki and Beef Teriyaki Rib Eye. Both dinner offerings are served with Rice, Salad, and Miso SouP. We also shared a large bottle of Sapporo Beer and a cold bottle of Sake. I usually drink it hot, but Jason recommended I try it cold. He was right. It was refreshingly tasty.

I was sharing with Jason how beautiful Japan is. It is on his and his partner Alex's bucket list. Like many of us, the pandemic blunted their travel pIans. I highly recommended that Jason and Alex go during the Cherry Blossom season. In 2009 Cecile and I went on a group tour organized through Hakone Garden and the City of Saratoga, CA in conjunction with Saratoga sister city, Muko-Shi with which it has had almost a 40-year relationship including visits, exchanges of gifts, traditions and culture. We got to meet the mayor of Muko and other officials during our visit there. Muko is adjacent to Kyoto, the cultural and historical heart of the country where we experienced traditional temples, shrines, gardens, geisha and festivals. Back in the day, it used to be the capital of Japan. It was worth spending several days there.

One of many other highlights is the famous and ancient Nara Park, home to over 1,000 sacred deer that sits at the foot of Mount Wakakusap. The free roaming deer are designated as a national treasure. They actually have learned to beg for food, and Cecile and I were happy to oblige (photos). In the Shinto religion these deer are considered messengers of the gods. Nara Park was established in 1880 and is one of the oldest parks in Japan. Also on the grounds is the Todajii Temple, considered to be the world’s largest structure and is a UNESCO World Heritage site. And, if that is not enough, the National Treasure Museum which has a collection of Buddhist art, and Japan’s second-tallest five-storied pagoda built over a thousand years ago. Ah, memories. So nice to revisit them.

Blowing Bubbles with our Grandchildren in our Zen Buddha Garden in our Front Atrium

“Have you ever noticed how blowing bubbles brings delight to adults and children alike? There’s something about their rainbow sheen as they float to the floor that captivates us all.”

—Julie Murray

It hasn’t been too long ago that we remodeled our front atrium patio with Tuscan stone pavers. We created a peaceful Zen garden with plants, colorful petunias and a Buddha statue sitting in meditation that I bought many years ago during a day retreat with author and meditation teacher, Jack Kornfield, at Spirit Rock in Marin County. We also have another Buddha statue (white) on a pedestal near our front door. The atrium throws off a peaceful countenance for personal reflection and playing with our grandchildren, Lyla and Emmy, especially while engaging them in bubble play.

We will never regret these precious times spent blowing bubbles—or using colorful patterned wands of all sizes to get the same effect. Little Emmy gets a thrill that with one flick of the wrist, she can create up to five or six bubbles at a time. Her big sister Lyla almost 3 1/2 years old has become more skillful at the craft than she was at Emmy’s age (14 months). There is something a fragile, yet bigger than life shiny rainbow bubble that captures their imagination. It is a joy-inducing distraction when you have run out of things to do. Developmentally, it is a boon to help them develop their eye-tracking skills that improve their focus on moving objects and light, and motor skills. It gives them playful sensory input—with each bubble blown—as they see delightful balls of bouncing light be carried off by the wind. And, as they go pop when they hit against a chair, a wall, or the ground. When repeated over and over again they learn about object impermanence and the impact of cause and effect, something the Buddha taught his followers during hins many discourses. But, most of all the bubble play creates a lot of laughter and a genuine bonding between adult and child.

Speaking of the Buddha, since today marks the celebration of Buddha’s birth, his enlightenment and death [called Vesak], I thought it would be a perfect day to post these recent fun photos of us and the girls.The holiday has been officially celebrated since 1950 (the year I was born), when the World Fellowship of Buddhists formalized it as Buddha’s birthday. The United Nations’ official date for Vesak this year is Monday, May 16. The Buddha was a man of great wisdom and compassion who taught people how to overcome suffering even in the midst of chaos. After he died 485 years BC, his teachings became the foundation for the development into Buddhism and mindfulness practices now being used in education, law enforcement, the military, prisons, hospitals, sports, yoga and fortune 500 companies.

Bicycling & Horsing Around Mt. Eden Road Corrals & riding the perimeter of Stevens Creek Reservoir

“Choose Happy!”—Bubba, the Bubb Road Bear

My friend and riding partner Bill and I began our 21-mile ride to Big Basin Way, making a right at Pierce Road past the notable Mountain Winery in Saratoga. We continued to the left of Garrod's Stables and Cooper Garrod-Garrod Estate Vineyards to Mt. Eden Road where we made a left and stopped at a series of red corrals to visit with some friendly & gentle horses.

We then continued down a winding road toward Steven’s Creek County Park in Cupertino. I pulled over to the side of the road to take a drink of water when I noticed a large group of cyclists coming our way on the other side of the road. I quickly got my iPhone out to take a video of a peloton (from the French word, originally meaning ‘platoon’) or a pack of riders, from which the Peloton company got its name. It is used to describe the principle of surrounding the key rider with experts who together perform faster than one individual. Back in the day, Bill used to ride in a peloton pack. While it was fun to witness this colorful spectacle, we were happy riding independently and stopping to see the sights at our leisure. After reviewing the short video, note one of the cyclists in the peloton group was smiling, happy he was being filmed.

Bill and I then continued our ride toward Stevens Creek Quarry and made a turn around Steven’s Creek Canyon Road, stopping a few times to take photos of the Steven’s Creek Reservoir along the way. As they say it was all downhill from there. The last leg of our morning ride involved stopping to see Bubba the Bubb Road Bear. Tended by a Cupertino homeowner, the carved wooden bear was garlanded with flowers and a sign that reads: “Choose Happy!”

From there we road in some quiet neighborhoods and connecting with a dirt road along railroad tracks we have frequented many times and back to our respective homes at Rinconada Hills.

Mother's Day Brunch Celebration for the Three Moms at Michelle & Kyle's Place

“Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. There’s no bond so strong in the entire world. No love is so instantaneous and forgiving.”—Gail Tsukiyama

Mother’s Day is a celebration to honor our mother’s selfless love and the sacrifices they make for their children. On this special day, we celebrate mothers, mother-like figures in our lives and even grandmothers. Our mothers dedicated a larger part of their lives nurturing and making us better humans. We shouldn’t need a special day to honor our mothers. They should be cherished every day of the year. Even when they are no longer living we remember them.

Today we celebrated Mother’s Day at Michelle and Kyle’s home in honor of Michelle, her mother-in-law Kim Chien and of course her beloved mother, and my beloved wife, Cecile. Michelle, you were always a wonderful daughter and you are great mom. And, by the way many thanks to you and Kyle for the grandkids, Lyla and Emmy:-). Their presence makes all that we celebrate year round more richer and more joyous. As a mother, you know the fundamental truth in the words of Victor Hugo who once said, “A mother’s arms are made of tenderness ands children sleep soundly in them.”

Mother’s Day was celebrated as early as the 1900s. In 1908, Anna Jarvis wished to commemorate Mother’s Day as an official recognized holiday to honor her mother, Ann Reese Jarvis, a peace activist who passed away three years prior. In 1914, US President Woodrow Wilson declared it a national holiday.

P.S. A special Mother’s Day shout out to Al’s mom, Dana Chien and Gerry Woodward (aka GG), who is a gracious and loving grandmotherly figure to Lyla and her baby sister Emmy; and my sister Josephine Augustine Mcallister

Happy Wedding Day to Our Young Burmese Friends In Mandalay, Myanmar (Burma)

“When two hearts are meant for each other, no distance in a relationship is too far, no time is too long, and no other love can break them apart.”

Cecile and I want to express our heartfelt congratulations to our friend Maybelle on the marriage of her daughter Michelle (Hmu Ma Di) to Jason (Ye Myint Myat) who are getting married at Sacred Heart Cathedral Church in Mandalay, on the 5th of May with a reception to follow on the 7th of May at the Palace Restaurant where we all once ate together. Yes, you may have noticed that Maybelle’s daughter and soon to be son-in-law took English names like our daughter Michelle and son Jason. I still remember being invited to Maybelle’s home for the first time and seeing a sign with her daughter Michelle’s name painted on it. It is not uncommon to take on an English name, especially while studying English at the university.

I first met Maybelle, a devout Catholic and volunteer during my first spiritual pilgrimage to Mandalay to attend a three week silent meditation retreat at a Buddhist monastery overlooking the Great Irrawaddy River. It was through her that I was introduced to two Irish Catholic sisters of charity who received permission from their archdiocese to attend the same retreat I was attending. I attended said retreats over a five-year period beginning around 2004 to 2009. I had the pleasure of meeting Maybelle’s late husband Noah and I have known their daughter Michelle since she was six or eight years of age.

The only thing I knew about Mandalay at the time was a movie: "The Road to Mandalay" starting Bob Hope and Bing Crosby and that Rudyard Kipling wrote a Poem called Mandalay which was published in 1890 that was set in colonial Burma, then part of British India. Mandalay city is in north-central Myanmar (Burma) on the Irrawaddy River, the second largest city in the country and former capital of Burma and Upper Burma. It is famous for being the old royal capital of Myanmar. In the past, Burmese kings would have lived in the city and you can still see some of their palaces in evidence. The city still has a royal feel to it.

During a pre-trip tour of Southeast Asia including Thailand, Cambodia, Lao and Vietnam in 2018, Cecile and I visited Mandalay to spend time with Maybelle

and her Michelle and later her boyfriend Jason for dinner. Maybelle drove us to many of the best tourist sites and to the monastery so I could say hello to one of my most esteemed lay meditation teacher Michele Macdonald who was leading a retreat. Other than the beautiful pre-wedding photos, most of the images were taken during our stay in Mandalay and on the grounds of the Thai Style Mercure Mandalay Hill Resort Cecile and I stayed at and highly recommended by Maybelle.

Michelle, who was recently staying with Maybelle at their aunt’s home in Allentown, PA this past year, worked at Amazon and is well liked by her co-workers. She and Jason intend to move to the United States. Since the military coup in Myanmar over a year ago there is no future there for young people. The government there has brutally cracked down on its citizens after massive protests by the Burmese people, losing any progress that was being made toward quasi-democratic rule.

May your marriage give you endless tenderness, love, joy and unforgettable moments together.

Peace, love, and many blessings,

Dennis and Cecile

Attending the 63rd Annual 2022 Rotary Fine Art Show at West Valley College

“It isn’t until the painter has no idea what he’s doing that he makes good paintings.” —Edward Degas

"Life is a work of art—if you don’t like what you see, paint over it.” —Zenshine

After lunch and a nap yesterday, Cecile and I decided to attend the Annual Rotary Art Show at West Valley College which continues through today from 10 AM to 5 PM. They are celebrating their 63rd annual Fine Arts Show which has been produced since 1957. It is the setting for 200 fine arts and fine hand crafts booths. The artist booths are set on grass along the campus walkways creating a stunning open-air gallery for this re-imagined exhibit. They offer light music and specialty beers and wines, as well as on-site food booths, pottery making demonstration and a fund kids activities corner. There are not entry fees. It is a great way to spend part of your morning or afternoon. These images I took were art and settings that caught my fancy. I love art that pokes me to slow down, to look, see and think and ultimately something that speaks to me, such as the colorful image of the person playing a guitar while sitting on a bike.

So what draws people to art shows? "Art is essential to the human spirit. It makes you think about what the artist is trying to say. It can take you places,” says Maria Rodale, Author, CEO and Chairman of Rodale Inc. Maria Rodale makes her point by describing: "A huge color photo of a South African man and a little girl. She was resting her head on a hyena. He was pulling back the hyena’s gums to show its teeth. I could almost taste the dust, sense of heat and the smell. I was almost there.” Speaking of South Africa, and having spent time there during my travels, I enjoyed the mixed-media work of Fortune Sitole, a self taught artist who began making sculptures out of clay and cars out of wire since the age of 12. He had no idea he was making art. His current work shown here depicts townships of South African showing activities of everyday life.

As someone who painted plein-air watercolors with the Saratoga Community of Painters for over 7 years, having begun with no real experience except attending an indoor watercolor class for a year at a local recreation center, I can tell you that art makes you feel something. It makes you think and wonder what the painter was thinking. It makes you realize that throughout time, people are fundamentally the same the world over and throughout time. Even if you do arts and crafts, you’re an artist. Even if you plant an outdoor garden, you are an artist. You don’t need to even understand art. Art shows you things that word’s can't say. One can make their life an art form. Art-making is meditation in action. Forms of exercise like yoga, running, swimming can be an art-form. Blogging can be an art form. When I studied to be a podiatric physician and surgeon, we were taught that medicine was both an art and a science.

What would your life and work look like, be like, feel like, if it were a work of art. Psychologist, researcher, and author of creativity and flow, Mihaly Csikszentmhhalyi, said it best: “How we choose what we do, and how we approach it…will determine whether the some of our days adds up to a formless blur…or something resembling a work of art.”

Postscript: The Rotary Club of Saratoga, the Arts Show is the primary fundraising event supporting local and international charities.

Feasting on Traditional Chilean—Style Empanadas from Cafe Vina at Our Friends Home

“In Chile these folded meat pies, considered to be the national dish, are so treasured that soon after Salvador Allende was elected president in 1970, he spoke of celebrating his brand of revolution not with violence, but 'with red wine and empanadas.'"—Florence Fabricant

After several attempts to choose a restaurant to have dinner together Susan and Nelson Bye, our neighbors, friends and traveling companions graciously offered to host our feast at their home at Rinconada Hills, a quarter of a mile up the road from us. It was an offer we couldn’t refuse.

Susie has been raving about Cafe Mina’s authentic, traditional empanadas at Saratoga Prince of Peace Farmers Market, open on Wednesdays from 2 PM to 6 PM for some time now. If anyone should know about Chilean empanadas, it is Susie who was born in Quito, Ecuador, and two years later moved to Chile with her family. Later, they moved to the United States where raised her own family. We knew her when our respective children were young, and reunited with her and Nelson after we moved to Rinconada Hills over six years ago.

The empanadas were everything Susie claimed they were: delicious, savory and abundant. She and Nelson served us three kinds: beef, chicken and vegetarian. Nelson also made roast chicken, and he and Susie served a variety of salads and a side of asparagus. For dessert we enjoyed chocolate chip cookies from Levain bakery from New York that Cecile and I provided.

We provided a bottle of Banshee Mordecai Red, and Nelson served us a Tobin James 5 varietals mix that include: Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Cabernet Franc, Petit Verdot, and Malbec from his private collection.

Postscript: The Chilean empanada habit came from Spain, where empanadas have been documented since the 13th century. "To Chileans, empanadas mostly mean empanadas al horno, which are frequently baked in a wood-burning oven. The classic versions are filled with seasoned minced (not ground) meat and onions and garnished with hard-boiled egg, olives and raisins,” adds Fabricant in the New York Times (April 14, 2009)

A Pleasant Encounter with Geese & Goslings During a Bike Ride on the Los Gatos Creek Trail

"After years of study, I concluded that the Canada goose is the most joyous creature I’ve ever known...According to the goose mantra, every moment is to be cherished, savored, and revered…A Canada goose never forgets a face or a kindness…I have seen…goslings coo to one another with sheer, unabashed affection, and wondered how they managed to get it right and we didn’t. In their world, sibling rivalry is for the birds.”

—Mary Lu Simms, Investigative reporter specializing in wildlife issues

This was my first bike ride since taking a spill in Tiburon during a group ride that began over the Golden Gate Bridge with friends including my son-in-law Kyle earlier in the month requiring a trip to the ER. I had an interesting encounter involving geese and goslings during a warm, sunny, Sunday afternoon on the Los Gatos Creek Trail. There was one adult couple of geese that were in the middle of a pedestrian/bike path that appeared to be in a panic trying to protect two adorable yellow goslings from being run over. To their right were two other adult geese coaxing nine or ten goslings to stay close. I drove my bike off to the side and motioned fast approaching teen bicyclists with my hands to slow down to avoid injuring the furry little goslings.

Geese are known to mate for life. They are one of the most intelligent birds, with a great memory and do not forget people that have shown acts of kindness toward them. Canada geese bring their goslings together in flocks known as a clutch or gang of goslings that are communally looked after by all the adults. In other words it is like a big kindergarten with the adults sharing duties. In fact, I later realized that the first couple of geese were merely watching after the two goslings that belonged to the second group.

Goslings are fun to watch, but don’t dare touch if you see a clutch or gang of goslings. Both parents (especially a gander) will aggressively defend the goslings until they are able to fly, which is about ten weeks. They will hiss or scream at humans and other animals if they get too close to their nests and babies. Otherwise for the most part geese are friendly, have personality galore, and given enough time and engagement may bond with you much like a dog.

Friends Treated Us To Dinner at Mint Leaf Cuisine: A Thai Inspired Haven for Foodies

Friends Treated Us To Dinner at Mint Leaf Cuisine: A Thai Inspired Haven for Foodies

"The only thing I like more than talking about food is eating it.”—John Walters

“Good food is all the sweeter when shared with good friends.”—Author Unknown

Our dear friends Jimi and Jennifer Hunter vacationing in Kaui right now treated us to dinner recently at Mint Leaf on Big Basin Way in historic downtown Saratoga. I have been posting about this Thai-Asian fusion restaurant for years, and have found that it has inspired others to give it a try,

resulting in them becoming dedicated customers. Much of the decor is of Thai origin as are the owners Mint Sirisawad and Laksana Chungpia.

The array of ingredients used in the food are derived from various parts of Asia. They offer an extensive five Main Course menu categories to choose from. The Hunters brought a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and Cecile and I brought a bottle of Zinfandel to take advantage of the Mint Leaf’s No Corkage Fee policy.

We decided to share Fried Egg Rolls (a decorative 4-piece cut in half) serving stuffed with cabbage, carrot, bean threaded noodles and Taro served in a shot glass of red sweet and sour sauce at the bottom for the table to share and rice. The Hunters shared a Mint Leaf Pad Thai entree: An amazing presentation of Pan-fried rice noodles with eggs, bean sprout and chives in a sweet tamarind sauce and wrapped in omelet egg served with peanuts and Thai Basil with Green Beans sautéed chili garlic green beans, basil and red peppers with Tofu. Cecile and I enjoyed Yellow Curry (Mild) with carrots, potatoes, and onion with Grilled salmon filet and Scallops Spinach Curry: Seared with very mild turmeric curry, spinach and topped with red bell peppers with wheat rice on the side. With our bellies full and satisfied we passed on dessert.

Having spent years roaming Southeast Asia, The restaurant’s decor decorated in crimson and gold leaf, white banners hanging above the dining areas like boat sails, Thai sculptures, silk pillows and tapestries and, a peaceful Buddha overlooking the customers is reminiscent of temples and spirit houses we have all visited during out travels. Mint Leaf offers Gluten free and vegetarian dishes available, as is outdoor “park-let” seating which the City of Saratoga has extended until the end of 2022, We chose early seating and practically had the place to ourselves.

Celebrating Passover with Family and Friends as a Modern Day Exodus Takes Place in Ukraine

“The exodus from Egypt occurs in every human being, in every era, in every year, and in every day.”

—Rabbi Nachman of Breslov

Last evening Cecile and I celebrated the second evening of Passover at our home with our son Jason, daughter Michelle, her husband Kyle, our granddaughters Lyla and Emmy, Kyle’s brother Chip, Kim and Al, Jason's dog Daisy and partner Alex who was able to join us later for dessert.

Lyla walked into our atrium, dressed in a colorful gown, her pink camera we gifted her hanging over her neck, hair in a bun, and holding a drawing she made for her Nonnie Cecile. Our hearts were filled with joy to have both her and Emmy bring the lightness of being into our family event. Tomorrow we get to do it all over again when we celebrate Easter at Kim and Al’s.

Michelle, Kim and Al brought flowers and gifts for the girls, and Jason and Chip brought wine and a plant. The appetizers and traditional Seder plate were set up in the Living room and dinner was set up buffet-style on our kitchen counter. We had lamb chops, salmon, asparagus, potatoes and salad.

Passover honors the freedom and Exodus of the Israelites (Jewish slaves) from Egypt during the reign of the Pharoah Ramses ll. Before the ancient Jews fled Egypt, their firstborn children were “passed over” spared from death, thus the naming the holiday “Passover.”

As we celebrated and remembered the past, it was impossible not to think of the modern day Exodus taking place in Ukraine in real time where so many are being denied the opportunity to observe their most cherished Jewish holiday. According to Chabad, one of the largest Hasidic Jewish organizations in the world, tens of thousands of Ukrainian Jews have fled while 80% remain either unable to escape or wanting to stay close to their families. But, thanks to Chabad who has a close and wide network in Ukraine, and other groups including the American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee (JDC) and the Jewish Federation of North America, “have mobilized to help Ukrainian Jews celebrate Passover wherever they have sought refuge. Chabad plans 52 public Seders welcoming about 9,000 people, according to Deepa Bharath of the Press-Telegram.

This does not include the tons of Passover food for refugees in Poland, Moldovia, Hungary, Romania, and Germany.

Happy Passover and Peace for the people and country of Ukraine!

Brunch at Effies and a Visit to See the Animals at Westmont Agricultural Farm with our Granddaughter Lyla

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”

—Anatole France

Since our granddaughter Lyla, had off from Jewish pre-school due to first night of Passover, she hung out with Cecille, myself and her uncle Jason.

She wanted to play in my home office which she refers to as Papa’s room (She tells everybody I have the best toys). She loves to play my Brazilian box drum I acquired during my travels. This time she played it while singing her ABCs (video).

Then she played with my medical bag instruments (Stethoscope, reflex hammer, and blood pressure cuff) and examined and pretended to treat all my hand carved animals I brought home from Kenya. She made me wear my grey surgical cap while she wore my green one backwards and me to tie the strings. She’s either going to be a veterinarian or musician. Next she wanted to see videos of “fire of all things.” She mentioned she heard about a cat that was saved by fireman. I assumed she heard something at her preschool. So I showed her clips of firemen saving cats from trees and apartments. You could see the joy in the firemen’s faces as they retrieved the pets and returned them to their owner. Lyla was moved by what she saw. She kept repeating, oh, "that’s so nice”

It’s a mitzvah (a good deed in Hebrew). Then, she followed my lead and kept saying. “It’s a mitzvah."

When Cecile came back from the grocery store we all went to brunch at Effie’s. Afterwards, we took a ride to Westmont Agricultural Farm in Campbell to see the animals. The first thing we saw was a black cow beinng washed and groomed by a young man. We were allowed to roam the farm to our hearts content. There is no charge for visitors. Some of the friendly farm hands and students were accommodating. One young woman offered to bring out a baby bunny for Lyla to see and pet, after we visited pigs, cows, lambs, and chickens. The earthy smell always brings me back to my visits to family friends in Italy who had a farm and raised chickens and cows and made fresh mozzarella from the cows milk.

The two-acre farm is located across the street from Westmont High School not too far from where we live. It seems out of place in a suburban area that values high technology. Many students from the high school who study agriculture grow greenhouse plants, raise animals for show as part of a program that keeps the area’s rural history alive. The farm is the last Future Farmers of America (FFA) chapter in Silicon Valley that harkens back over a century ago when the valley was filled with orchards of apricots and plum trees.

Dinner with Friends at Neapolitan-Style Locanda Sorrento in Historic Downtown Campbell Bring Back Childhood Memories

Cecile and I invited our friends, Bill and Sarah Rothenberg to join us for dinner at a relatively new restaurant called Locanda Sorrento located in historic downtown Campbell. Though it wasn’t stated anywhere on the menu or website, I could see, the word “locanda" in Italian means Inn, which in former times meant a house providing food and lodging for travelers. Locanda Sorrento recently took over the space that was previously occupied by another Italian Restaurant, Tigelleria Organic which Cecile and I used to frequent and is now closed. Locanda Sorrento is one of several restaurants launched in the Bay Area by Restaurateur, Enzo Rosano over the years that specializes in Neapolitan offerings based on his mamma Carmela's recipes that he learned to cook while growing up in a town just outside of Naples.

We enjoyed some beer and cocktails (Aperol) and sliced bread with a green dipping sauce and a Pizza La Florita: Zucchini Flower, Mozzarella, Pancetta & Provolone Del Monaco for the table. It has as tender and light crust that didn’t bend or collapse when picked up.

Sarah enjoyed a very colorful and tasty Insalata Locanda: Butter Lettuce, Artichoke Hearts, Watermelon Radish, Pomegranate Seeds, Toasted Almonds, Goat Cheese & Champagne Vinaigrette, and Guazzetto: Manila Clams, Peinnoplou’s Tomato, Garlic, White Wine Sauce EVOO Crostini. We ordered two dishes of Polpette Della Mamma: Wagyu Beef Meatballs, Tomato Sauces, Parmigiano—Reggiano & House-Made Crostini. Bill and I loved Enzo’s Favorite Branzino Dish: Panko Breaded Mediterranean Sea Bass filet (no bones to pick) with Lemon EVOO Vinaigrette over Tricolor Cauliflower. I was impressed that most of l the staff spoke Italian. The ambience was colorful and the presentation was excellent. Our waiter was attentive, the servers were friendly, and the most important thing is the food was delicious. The meatballs could have been hotter, and Sarah felt the clam broth didn’t have much taste. Bill agreed it was worthy of a return to try some other dishes. They even have plant-based selections.

There is a framed watercolor painting that caught my attention (see photo) of a map of Naples including of all the places I used to visit family and friends such as Sorrento, Positano, Ravello, Amalfi and the Isle of Capri, collectively known as the Amalfi Coast. The fact that Enzo named all his restaurants after these wonderful places didn’t escape me. There is also a bride and groom riding a red Vespa (I used to own one). My uncle Lillo taught me how to ride his in Sicily when I was 13 years old. Our family friends Rosa and Mimi (or shall I say Rosa’s aging parents) owned a hilltop villa in the village of "Saint Agatha of the Two Gulfs” overlooking the Gulf of Naples to the north and the Gulf of Salerno to its south. We always had an open invitation to visit.

Instead of having dessert at the restaurant, we decided to go to the Creamery down the street for ice cream. The old Campbell water tower was lit in pink, providing a nice contrast against the night sky. There was also a beautiful wall mural of LOVE on one of the buildings with the words “From Historic Downtown Campbell” that added a bit more romance to an already romantic evening.

Golden Gate Bridge Bike Ride to Tiburon & Ferry Boat Back to SF After I Fell To the Ground

“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely...but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke...and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a ride!”

—Hunter S. Thompson

Bicycling the San Francisco is one of the most bike-friendly cities in the United States. Riding across the iconic Golden Gate Bridge is one of the most exhilarating things to do. In fact, Bill and I, friends Jimi Hunter and his wife Jennifer have done a variation of this ride several times together. This time I invited my son-in-law Kyle Lewis, an avid cyclist to join us. We hooked up with Jimi and Jen—who were spending the weekend in San Francisco—near Fort Point. The views of the San Francisco Bay and the bridge are utterly breathtaking.

Once crossing the bridge that is famous worldwide for its signature orange-rust color and immense size, we made our way to the quaint city of Sausalito in Marin County. Jimi recommended to Bill, Kyle, and I to see the US Army Corps of Engineers’ Bay Model Visitor Center which has a large functioning 3D hydraulic model of the Bay Area.

We continued riding and when we reached Harbor Point in Marin County, I hit a bump while attempting to grab an energy bar from the back of my jacket, lost my balance and crashed into the ground (photo). Everyone was at my side. I was dazed and confused, had pain in my ribs on the left side of my body, the palm of my right thumb, scraped knees, the tops of my hands, and upper left arm. Frankly, I didn’t remember going down, and was in a state of shock and confusion when I was assisted in getting back up on my feet.

I noticed the right side of my bike helmet with MIPS technology my son Jason gifted me was abraded. The MIPS brain protection system is a helmet-integrated with a low-friction layer designed to reduce rotational motion transferred to the brain from an angled impact to the head. Bill had told me later, he was amazed I was able to continue riding ten additional miles to Tiburon—albeit slowly—to catch the Ferry back to San Francisco. While Bill rode his bike back to the parking lot to get his SUV—so I didn’t have to ride anymore—the rest of us had lunch at Red’s Java House, a waterfront landmark since the 1930s. We ordered take-out for him. On the way home, Bill offered to drop me off at Kaiser Permanente in Santa Clara to be checked out. After spending three hours in the ER, the doctor on call reviewed the X-rays of my right hand and chest, as well as ct scan of my brain. The diagnosis was a concussion, rib contusions and possible fracture(s) and abrasions of my knees, and hands which were attended to before I called Cecile to pick me up.

Postscript: I won’t sugar coat it. Physically, I feel like I went a round with Mike Tyson. However everyone agreed it could have been worse. Emotionally, I view it as being in a state of Amor fati: A Latin phrase that roughly translated means “loving your fate.” It is used to describe an attitude of accepting and embracing the conditions of your life exactly as they are. I will ride again, I told myself. I felt grateful for the commraderie of friends who had my back and the joy and beauty I experienced on Saturday before the incident. One would never know looking at all of the photos taken of me after the fall that I was wounded.

The following is a Vimeo video narrative reenactment of my fall at the "scene of the crime" by my good friend and former competitive racer, Jimi Hunter, who has had his own share of thrills, spills, and injuries over the years, much more serious than mine. He and Jennifer video all their rides.

https://vimeo.com/695513655/e45a91524e