Lifestyle & Travel

Fists-up at the Olympic Black Power Statue at San Jose State University on MLK’s Birthday

Biking buddy Bill and I were surprised there were no activities scheduled in downtown San Jose in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr’s birthday yesterday. We decided to cut through the San Jose State University (SJSU) campus and I had a “duh,” moment. Right before us, as Bill reminded me, was the bigger than life olympic medal awards podium that we have seen before. It is associated with a silent protest by two San Jose State University African-American track and field medal winners, Tommie Smith and John Carlos. At the 1968 summer games in Mexico City, Smith won the 200 meters track gold medal, and Carlos took the bronze.

As the Star Spangled Banner played, both athletes, standing shoeless, bowed their heads and raised their fists in a defiant black power salute until the music ended. They intended to place the world spotlight on human rights, particularly injustice and inequality for African Americans. Unfortunately it was perceived as an aggressive political act. They were booed by the stadium audiences, and ceremony etiquette experts around the world became enraged. The two sprinters were expelled from the games and received numerous death threats to boot.

It took decades for the fury to die down, and in 2005, SJSU unveiled a heroic sized tribute—a 23 ft. tall sculpture of that moment in history they stood on the medalist awards podium.

The university sculpture conspicuously leaves out the 2nd place medalist, Australian Peter Norman (see the black and white photograph), who was criticized for wearing an Olympic Project for Human Rights pin, in solidarity with Smith and Carlos, who wore them. Norman declined to be depicted in the sculpture, which left the silver medal tier platform I was standing on—with Bill to my left open. Visitors are welcomed to pose and raise a fist. It so happened we met a friendly woman who was admiring the sculpture and offered to take our photograph with one of the most iconic images in world history.

An Ode to the Often Misunderstood Turkey Vulture I Encountered on the Way Back From a Bike Ride

“Let us praise the noble turkey vulture: No one envies him; he harms nobody; and he contemplates our little world from a most serene and noble height.”

—Edward Abbey

Have you even seen an old cowboy movie where a character is out in the desert, hot, lost, thirsty with an empty canteen looking up toward the sky to see circulating turkey vultures, worrying he was going to be their next meal. This is a myth or in modern day parlance "Fake News!” Vultures do not circle and follow dying animals and humans.

As I rode my bike on the block long tree-lined sidewalk leading to the entrance of our gated-community I saw what at first glance thought was a big crow. As I got closer I realized it was a turkey vulture. I had seen the tough fuchsia skin of its head, with a bone-white beak, and chestnut layered feathers that ended abruptly at its neck. They are typically not dangerous to humans or other animals. Despite a generally negative view from humans, they play an important role in the ecosystem by scavenging and cleaning up “carrion" which means dead animal flesh before it rots and poses a health risk.

In this case it appeared to be a dead squirrel. They possess an extraordinary keen sense of smell from a mile or two away. These peaceful animals that have a life span of up to 24 years pose no risk to your pets, children, or infants. I had to ride past the Turkey vulture and I knew it would probably slowly take flight as I got closer. I was prepared to take serial photos of its launch with my new i-phone 15 Pro. It was poetry in flight.

Postscript: It is interesting to note that there are dozens of stories in the Native American, Celtic, African, and Tibetan culture that praise the vulture as a beacon of spiritual renewal, cleansing, purification, and patience. In fact, Tibetan monks who believe in rebirth, say they want to return to earth as vultures in their next lifetime because they do not kill to survive. Perhaps, this is why the Cherokee refer to Turkey vultures as “Peace Eagles."


Men at Work Instead of Jail & Riding my Bike on the San Bautista de Anza National Historic Trail

It was 45 degrees out with sunny blue skies, as I rode my bike onto the Los Gatos Creek Trail off Hacienda Drive.

The first thing I noticed were a slew of men in two areas wearing orange vests with yellow green stripes with the letters SWP stamped on the back. They were transported here in an old White Sheriff’s bus to do landscaping work. SWP stands for Sheriff’s Work Program, a Public Service Program whereby the Courts of Santa Clara County—where we live—identify low-risk offenders and sentence them to the Sheriff’s Work Program as an alternative to jail.

This reduces employment difficulties and related financial burdens for both the individual as well as society. Also, by serving in the Sheriff’s Work Program, it provides a valuable service to the community by alowing offenders to serve their sentences in a productive and cost effective way. Prior to being accepted the SWP participants are thoroughly screened by the Courts and the Probation Department prior to being accepted to the program. The participants serve their sentences on weekdays and weekends, allowing them to retain their regular employment. The Programs Unit has established about 67 locations throughout out the County where offenders can complete their sentences.

The other thing I noticed for the first time was a colorful historical marker by the National Park Service designating the area I had been riding on as the "Juan Bautista De Anza National Historical Trail” referred to as A Trail of Hope. It represents a familiar story of migrants crossing great distances and enduring hardships in search of a better life. Unlike the massive migration crossing our borders in the tens of thousands, some 30 families of soldiers, farmers and townspeople of European, Native American and African heritage traveled overland from New Spain (now Mexico) to establish the Mission and Presidio of San Fransisco, Mission Santa Clara and Pueblo of San Jose.

These growing communities altered the natural and cultural environment around the Bay Area. New agriculture and religious practices forever changed the traditional lifestyle of the native Ohlone tribe who already lived here. Throughout California, customs and cultures of settlers and native people intertwined, creating a unique “Californio” culture. This tale of hope and change goes on as today’s diverse cultures and communities continue to intermix and adjust to our changing world.

It’s a Boy: Welcoming our new Grandson Who Recently Made His Debut on the World Stage

“A new baby is like the beginning of all things—wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities—Eda J LeShan

A Heartfelt congratulations to our loving daughter Michelle and Kyle on the birth of our grandson "August William Lewis" who was born on January 9, 2024. Mother and child are doing very well. Our little bundle of joy weighed in at 7 lbs 8 oz. His big sisters Lyla, 5 and Emmy, 3 next month, were ecstatic as is the Lewis, Chien, and Augustine families who waited anxiously for little August to make his debut on the world stage. Just when you think you know love, someone so little, magical, and precious comes along to remind you just how big love really is. He’s already brought warmth, happiness and light into all of our lives. The first time I held him on my chest, I felt so peaceful as if I was breathing in new life into my heart. I know Nonnie Cecile agrees with me that you can’t buy happiness, happiness is born.

Kyle, who shares my interest in derivation and meaning of names, told me that the name August was inspired by the Augustine family name. August (pronounced “aw-gust” comes from the Latin word “Augustus." I had already researched the name August, which means “great, magnificent,” while Augustus—from which it came means—“consecrated” or “venerable. Kyle also added it mean "protector."

There are many nicknames associated with the name August and Augustine. My younger brother Steve, our late brother Michael and his boys (my nephews, Mikey, Andrew, Brock, and Alex), and my father I were called "Augie." Then there’s Auggo, Goose, Gus and Gusto. Lyla and Emmy like to call their new brother “Gus.”

Thank you soooo much, dearest daughter Michelle and Kyle for giving us the most handsome grandson! He’s already stealing hearts.

Back in the Saddle: A 20-Mile Ride on My New Bike Since Returning from Maui

“It’s the beauty within us that makes it possible for us to recognize the beauty around us. The question is not what you look at but what you see.”—Henry David Thoreau

It took me three days before getting my energy back from respiratory viral symptoms (not Covid) I contracted toward the last half of our two week vacation in Maui. Some friends said, they couldn’t tell I was sick from the photos I posted during our stay. My response is life is about balancing the joys and struggles that visit us—sometimes in the same day or during a much anticipated vacation.

The late Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai said we must “laugh and cry with the same eyes.” I call it non-judgmental awareness or accepting what is. It’s not always easy to do, but we do the best we can. Integration is the ability to hold two realities simultaneously. The truth is that holding both positive and negative experiences is possible.

It felt good getting back on my new Specialized Como Turbo. It rides like a dream. I had a new bike rack adaptor installed at Wheel Away Bicycling Center in Campbell to accommodate my utility bag to hold tools, snacks, and often times buy take out food for dinner or lunch for Cecile and I. The forecast called for rain and I was able to squeeze in just under 20 miles on the Los Gatos Creek Trail and Oak Meadow Park before the rain began. The varied cloud formation, flowing creeks, reservoir spillways, wooden bridges, and varied terrain kept things interesting.

Exploring the Elaborate Asian Art & Sculptures & Exotic Wildlife and Manicured Gardens at the Hyatt Regency Resort

From the beach walk side of the Hyatt Regency Resort beyond the beautiful pools and water slides, are a network of streams, waterfalls, ponds, grottos, gazebos and a long bouncy rope bridge are lagoons and creeks that meander around and through a Japanese garden replete with lanterns and statuary, while ducks, white and black swans, doves, red-crested cardinals, African golden crowned cranes, and other exotic creatures walk the grounds.

One of my favorite things to do during our annual vacations in Maui is to mindfully explore the elaborate museum—quality Asian art and sculpture collection that is tastefully displayed in the inside corridors and amidst the lush manicured Japanese gardens of the Hyatt Regency Resort. The sculpture that first gets my attention is the white marble standing Buddha on the far left side of the front entrance whose hand gestures called (mudras) symbolize fearlessness. Many of the sculptures—are from the Thai and Chinese Buddhist tradition. The simple message of inner peace that the artwork inspires, is responsible for the appeal of Buddhist art among people around the world. In the fourth and fifth centuries B.C., the time of the great thinkers such as Plato and Socrates in Greece, Lao-Tzu, and Confucius in China, India had its own great philosopher, thinker, and inspirational teacher: called the Buddha (The Awaken One), who achieved enlightenment while meditating under a banyan tree.

Cecile and I Sitting on the Pineapple Chair: Maui’s Largest Centerpiece

Succulent pineapples became synonymous with gracious hospitality in colonial America. Sea captains who sailed the Caribbean would spear a pineapple on a fencepost outside their home to signal their safe return and welcome friends to come eat, drink and be merry.

According to a 2017 poll by Public Polling, the United States is a nation divided over whether or not pineapple is an acceptable pizza topping, with 47% of Americans approving, 32% disapproving, and 20% undecided.

Cecile and I are taking this opportunity to confess once and for all—on this pineapple chair—that we like pineapple topping on our pizza, a virtual taboo to some celebrities like Gordon Ramsay, Jimmy Kimmel, and Stanley Tucci. My Italian family and friends on the East Coast would probably take issue with adding pineapple on my pizza too. On the other hand Dwayne Johnson does eat pizza with pineapple, and I would venture that he has our back:-)

As to what country first put pineapple on pizza? It was in Canada in 1962 by a Greek immigrant called Sam Panopoulos, who along with his brother owned a restaurant in the province of Ontario.

Visiting the Pink Flamingos, Colorful Macaws, Shimmering Koi Fish & Christmas Decorations at the Westin Resort on Kaanapali Beach

Christmas season in Maui truly makes for the most wonderful time of year. When Cecile and I entered the corridor of the Westin Resort and Spa, we found ourselves drawn to the the decorative wall of a Poinsettia and green Ivy wall h\edge with the the words Island of Maui on one side and Aloha on the other. I’m still not sure if it is a true living wall plant or a high quality artificial replica. After a quick breakfast at Starbucks, Cecile and I watched the graceful pink Flamingos that inhabit the large water pond and waterfall area. It is a joy to watch them stand on one leg and see their bodies reflected in the water.

While on a camera safari many years ago, I had the opportunity to see huge flocks of flamingos gather in the shallow soda lake in the Rift Valley. They blanketed the lake, giving the impression that you’ve just entered a real life Candy Land. The Westin also has some decorative big than life flamingos that are beautifully designed to complement the Christmas trees. We also visited with Kalako, a female Scarlet Macaw and Bob the Blue Macaw. Bob likes to hula and wave goodbye with his wing, while Kalako likes to say “hello” to guests and visitors. I had seen the shimmering Koi fish earlier on my own. We ended the morning with some shopping for the grandkids, and I bought a couple of caps and a shirt from Tommy Bahamas before heading back to our place a the Marriott Ocean Club.

Another Lazy Day in Paradise: Last Dinner with Jason Before He Returned Home

“Maui is a symphony of colors orchestrated by the setting sun.”—Author Unkown

After ten days together, our son Jason flew back to the mainland. The time went shockingly fast and we miss him already. I took a long walk on the beach, and around the Kaanapali golf course. Last evening we had our final island dinner with Jason at Longhis, the same place we had dinner when we first arrived. We have a lot of history with Longhis. Before we had kids, Cecile and I first began going to the restaurant when the late Bob Longhi opened his first established on Front Street in downtown Lahaina in 1976, a year after Cecile and I moved to California.

In early 2019 after 45 years in business they closed that location. They eventually opened up their latest restaurant at Maui Marriott Ocean Club on Kaanapali Beach where we have the same spacious 3 Bedroom, 3 Bath, Ocean Front Villa Timeshare with a full kitchen on the 5th floor that we bought before the Lahaina Tower was built. For dinner Jason had the Rigatoni Bolognese with Italian sausage, Maui Beef, Red Bell Peppers, Tomato, Fennel, Ricotta and a touch of hot pepper. Cecile and I shared the same Italian treat along with a Greek Salad with Bulgarian sheep’s Feta.

Hang Loose Gesture: What it Symbolizes and How it Came to Pass

“Hang loose,” “Right on,” “Thank you,” “Things are great,” “take it easy.,” “Chill”—in Hawaii, also known as the “Shaka sign,” expresses all those friendly messages and more. As the story goes, the gesture traces its origin back to the early 1900s, when Hamana Khalili worked at the Kahuku Sugar Mill, where working conditions on the plantations weren’t that great.

His job as a pressor was to feed cane through the rollers to squeeze out its juice. Once day, Kalili’s right hand got caught in the rollers, and his middle, index and ring fingers were crushed. After the accident, the plantation owners gave him a new job as the security officer for the train that used to run between Sunset Beach and Kaaawa State Beach. Part of his job was to prevent kids from jumping on the train and taking joyrides as it slowly approached and departed Kahuku Station. If Kalili saw mischievous kids trying to get on the train, he would yell and wave his hand to stop them. Of course that looked a bit strange since he had only two fingers on his right hand. The kids adopted the gesture; it became their signal to indicate Kalili was not around or not looking, and the coast was clear of them to jump on the train.

In Hawaii, everyone from keiki (child or youngster) to kipuna (grandparent, ancestor, honored elder or keeper of ancestral knowledge uses the Shaka to express friendship, gratitude, goodwill, encouragement and unity. A little wave of the hand spreads a lot of aloha.

Jason Treated us to Dinner at Son’z Steakhouse at the Hyatt Regency Resort

Nestled in Kaanapali’s Hyatt Regency Maui Resort is Son’z Steakhouse, a family-owned fine gem. It overlooks the enchanting Swan Court lagoon and waterfall where you’re likely to see swans, ducks, and pink flamingoes during the day. This evening there was also a waxing crescent moon. This elegant eatery offers a selection of prime steaks and fresh local seafood.

Cecile and Jason had Mai Tai’s and I had a glass of Obsidian Ridge Cabernet Sauvignon and we shared shared a platter of fried Pork and Vegetable Dumplings alongside pickled vegetables and Cilantro Sweet Thai Chili Sauce as our appetizer..

For our entrees, Cecile had a GREEK MAUI WOWIE, which included Romaine lettuce, hearts of palm, feta cheese, avocado, onion, tomato, and Shrimp; and Jason and I ordered the Filet Mignon. We all shared sides of Crispy Brussels Sprouts with bacon and parmesan; Roasted Garlic Mashed Potatoes; Bacon Mac & Cheese, and Sautéed Spinach & Onions. The food was exceptional.

We ended our dinner with a Warm Chocolate Flourless Cake with warm Fudge, Vanilla Ice Cream and Fresh Berries.

Sunset Dinner at the Hula Grill on the Kaanapali Waterfront with Cecile & our Son Jason

Maui is home to several great restaurants serving both local and international cuisines. One of the most popular in West Maui is the Hula Grill. The beachside eatery is located in Whaler’s Village a two-level shopping mall in the heart of Kaanapali Beach. It has open-air tables that open to the gorgeous views of the Pacific Ocean and a bustling open-air kitchen which is a sight to see. The vibe is truly romantic, especially at sunset. It is a wonderful place for people watching. Across the Hula Grill is their bar named the Barefoot Bar for more casual dining area with a different menu and live music. The bar features thatched-roof umbrellas with tiki lamps flickering from the ocean breeze.

Jason ordered his favorite Akamai Tai cocktail and I had the hula Hefeweizen beer to go along with Kabocha Pumpkin hummus with chilled seasonal veggies and wood oven baked naan bread for the table. Cecile, Jason and I had Fresh Tomato Soup and surfing goat cheese focaccia crostini. For our entrees, we collectively had Wood Grilled Mahi-Mahi & local veggies and Kiave Roasted Chicken with rosemary mashed potatoes and balsamic onions. For Dessert we shared the Famous, Heavenly, Hula Grill Ice Cream Pie. It is served on a plate with the name on it, and engraved on fork-edged spoons.

Postscript: The back entrance to Whaler’s Village has a large Sculpture of a female Humpback Whale with the suckling of twin calves which is a rare occurrence that was drawn and documented by Captain Charles Melville Scammon, an explorer and naturalist, in his book “Marine Mammals” in 1874. Whalers Village Museum has adopted this event as its symbol of tribute to Hawaii’s State Marine Mammal, the Humpback Whale.

My Daily Aloha Inspired Yoga Class at Club Thrive Studio in Maui

“Within you, there is a stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself.” —Hermann Hesse

I’ve had the same two teachers for all the many years we have vacationed at the Maui Marriott Ocean Club where classes are complimentary. Today, I had the opportunity to take a restorative yoga class with a new teacher, named Sophie from Houston, Texas who joined the team last February.

In Hawaii, aloha is more than just a greeting, it is a way of life, especially when it comes to yoga. The first part of aloha (alo) means ‘to be with.’ The second and the (ha) means 'breath. Placing them together it means the presence of breath. In yoga practice to be with one’s own breath is the foundation of yoga and meditation practice. When we begin to pay attention to our breath and recognize we are exchanging it with those around us, we notice we are all connected at the most intimate level of life, and sense the interplay of being both human and Divine.

In our final series of relaxation poses Sophie had us apply a sensorially pleasing, skin-soothing sheet mask, that we chose before class. Yesterday, I chose a premium lavender and today berry. There are cutouts for the eyes, nose and mouth. There is nothing like incorporating a Spa treatment with a restorative or gentle yoga class. Ahhhhhh! I can get used to this:)

Dinner at the Exotic Japengo Restaurant at the Hyatt Regency Maui Resort & Spa Overlooking Ka’anapali Beach

Over the years, Japengo has been one of our favorite places to dine. It draws Inspiration from Hawaii’s freshest locally grown ingredients, coupled with exotic flavors from the Pacific Rim. The restaurant is ideally situated along the famed Ka’anapali beach and overlooks the island of Lana’i with panoramic views of the Pacific Ocean. Japengo has been recognized for “Best Asian Cuisine” and “Best Sushi” by the readers of Maui No Ka ‘Oi Magazine 2022.

For starters, Cecile, Jason and I shared and order of Thai Style Chicken Lettuce Cups and Pork Belly Bao Buns. For our entrees, Jason had the Pork Tenderloin Tonkatsu with guava katsu, and guava sauce, and a side of Lavender Honey Heirloom carrots. Cecile had a Japengo Salad, and I enjoyed a Stir Fried Vegetable & Tofu dish with Chinese cabbage, mushrooms, tamari, snow peas, tomatoes and a side of Jasmine rice. For dessert we shared a Ka’anapali Pie: brownie crust, banana, macadamia nut ice cream whipped cream and caramel & chocolate sauces.

Aloha & Happy Birthday from Maui to My Dear Sister Josie in New Jersey

Dear sis, in childhood, we never really understood the gift wrapped up in a greater plan. Time has taught us about the bond of love, and through that love we have chosen friendship. We have learned together, sharing the good times and the challenging times, and no matter what, there has always been love. We are like branches of a tree. We all grow in different directions, yet our roots remain as one. Side by side, or miles apart we will always be connected by heart. Whenever you feel overwhelmed, remember whose sister you are. Learn to dance in the rain, be brave—like you were when you took the bull by the horns when you mounted that Long Horn Steer in Fort Worth, Texas Stockyards before our nephew Michael and Lauren’s wedding two years ago:-). That was no Jersey milk cow, to be shore. See photo! You will always be my sister, and my friend forever, and I pray that God will always watch over you, comfort you, and protect you from any harm.

Love,

Dennis & Cecile & Family,

P.S. Some Memorable photos from the past

Back at Marriott's Maui Ocean Club for our Annual Vacation on Kaanapali Beach

Cecile and I felt a deep connection to this island the moment we set foot on it almost 50 years ago. This is the first time we’ve been back to our resort property since the historic town of Lahaina was consumed by a raging, catastrophic wildfire leaving acres of scorched earth in its path. We did the best we could to support the people on Maui by hiving financial support to three organizations including the Marriott itself who set up a matching funds drive. Tourists have been encouraged to return to help the island get back on its feet.

After our arrival, we went to Safeway in Lahaina which survived the wildfire, and were greeted by a rooster, chickens and doves searching for food on one of the parking lot islands right in front of the store. We loaded up on groceries and proceeded to our resort. We had an early dinner at Longhi's restaurant, a longtime favorite. We shared an appetizer of fried Calamari. Cecile had a Greek Salad, our son Jason had Rigatoni Pasta with sausage, and a side of steamed spinach. I had a filet of carefree chicken, Masala-style with mashed potatoes.

I saw what I was told was the Hawaiian state flag pitched into the beach (upside down, I may add) and rippling in the wind. It curiously resembled the Union Jack of Great Britain. It turns out that many of King Kamehameha’s advisors were British and the islands were once placed under England’s protection. The sun was setting the most beautiful way and we couldn’t wait for Maui to work its magic on us during our stay

Lyla & Emmy Making Challah and Berry Crisp for Hanukkah After Preschool

“May the lights of Hanukkah usher in a better world for all humankind.” —Author Unknown

Yesterday, afternoon was Cecile’s and my turn to pick up our granddaughters Lyla and Emmy after preschool. We have them on Mondays and Thursdays. The first thing we do when we take them to our home is to have them wash their hands and we prepare some healthy snacks for them to eat. Lyla loves to help her Nonnie Cecile make and bake. Since it was a special day—the first day of Hanukkah, in addition to their usual snacks—helped their Nonnie make a very low sugar Berry Crisp. Emmy likes to be read to during her snack so I read "Hanukkah in Little Havana," and later Cecile read "Bubbie & Rivka’s Best-Ever Challah." Lyla who will be five soon, has been baking with her Nonnie since she was two years old. She once told Cecile, “we’ve been baking together a long time.” It appears that Emmy will be following in her big sister’s footsteps. This ritual makes for some very special time together and some very yummy Challah.

Speaking of Challah, the photos of Lyla making a braided Challah bread with her Nonnie Cecile was on a recent Friday Shabbat. It was so amazing how she is able to create the braids on her own accord. I can see how it gives her a sense of pride and accomplishment.

Cecile lit the shamash or Shammus candle which is the “helper candle.” It is the ninth candle for the Hanukkah menorah. Cecile then helped the girls use the helper candle to light one additional candle for the first day of Hanukkah. Then it was it was gift time, and the girls joyishly open their gift bags.

Hanukkah Message for 2023: Light Over Darkness & Redemptive Triumph For a Lasting Peace

"The Hanukkah lights are purely spiritual and solely for our metaphysical enjoyment…avoid the urge to rush into presents... Sit and enjoy the candles. Take a deep breath, relax, converse with family and friends, or just sit alone and ponder the simple everyday gifts we get from our Creator. Most importantly, use the holy moments to rekindle your own dreams.”

—Sam Glaser, performer, composer, producer in LA

My wife Cecile and our family would agree, this Hanukkah which begins on the eve of December 7, is about the freedom to be Jewish and the light of Jewish identity and commitment and the eternal survival of the Jewish people. The holiday commemorates the rededication of the Temple of Jerusalem in the 2nd century B.C., by a small group of Jewish warriors (The Maccabees) after they defeated much larger Greek armies. History tends to repeat itself. Due to the Israel-Hamas war, and rapidly worldwide rising antisemitism, there is cloud of sadness and sobriety taking place. Some Jewish leaders believe that Hanukkah is needed now more than ever. Hanukkah celebrations around the globe this year include public menorah lightings, where a candle on a nine-branched candelabrum is lit during the eight-day Hanukkah season. We will celebrate Hanukkah peacefully and quietly.

The proximate cause of this war began after Hamas (means violence in Hebrew), a terrorist organization viciously attacked Israel, killing about 1,200 people and taking around 240 hostages. Those captured were civilians from kibbutzim that were attending a musical festival celebrating peace. They were uprooted, and many of them were raped, burned, and slaughtered, including babies and the elderly. It was the worst massacre of Jewish people since the Holocaust. Hamas and Hezbollah launched missiles into IsraelI. In retaliation, Israel bombed the Gaza Strip, where Hamas used their people as human shields near and under schools and hospitals, that sadly resulted in over 15,000 casualties including women and children. Hamas’ still threatens to repeat the atrocities of Israeli civilians and their charter calls for the annihilation of Israel and its people. There was a ceasefire, humanitarian aid resumed for the Palestinians, and prisoner exchanges which was broken by Hamas and the war has resumed. As Golda Meir, the fourth prime minister of Israel (1969 to 1974) said, “You can’t negotiate peace with somebody who has come to kill you."

THE RESOLVE OF ISRAEL & PLEDGES FOR A REDEMPTIVE TRIUMPH OVER HAMAS

Maayan Schoen, Atlanta Jewish Times, a Yale University graduate, current chief of staff for the deputy mayor of Jerusalem wrote:

“Our seers were simple oracles who revealed the future, making known an inescapable reality. They were reluctant, sometimes defiant…of what might come to be…They prophesied the worse of what was to come, as well as the comfort that would follow…The worst of that was to come: we saw...on October 7th. We were captured. We were uprooted. We were raped and slaughtered…There is scant comfort these days until every hostage is able to be embraced by their family…We pray and petition for the return of our remaining captives, but it is actually in our hands to restore ourselves to the land…let us pursue this destiny, we will never be uprooted again.”

Celebrating Michelle's Birthday at “Fantasy of Lights" & Dinner at Aldo’s

Little girls are the nicest things that happen to people. They are born with a little bit of angel shine about them…”—Alan Beck

No matter how old Michelle gets, she will always be our little girl. She is forever beautiful, loving, and caring and has been full of light since the day she was born; so much so that Cecile chose a separate Hebrew name “Hila,” for her, that was taken from Jewish mystical sources which means “Halo of Glowing Light.” Of course, thanks to Michelle and Kyle we have two granddaughters, Lyla and Emmy, who are also the light of our lives, proving the age old adage that "the precious fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree."

With so much light it was only fitting that we celebrate Michelle’s birthday at the 25th Anniversary of the “Fantasy of Lights,” last evening that began at 4PM, thanks to Kim and Al Chien who purchased the tickets ahead of time before they sold out. We took a shuttle from Netflix Headquarters to Vasona Lake County Park, where we strolled (1.5 miles one way) through large animated displays like an erupting volcano at the Dinosaur Den, cheer on Santa shooting hoops, wave at a pen of playful penguins, duck blazing Pirate Cannons and sauntering through tunnels of moving lights. The Fantasy of Lights has become a cherished holiday tradition, bigger, better and brighter than ever before thanks to environmentally friendly LED lighting. I must say, not only were Lyla and Emmy were mesmerized, but us adults as well.

Though there was plenty of good food trucks and places to sit, Cecile had already made reservations for Michelle’s birthday dinner at Aldo’s Italian Restaurant. We secured a large intimate table away from the crowded, and boisterous main dining room. Cecile and I took the first shuttle bus back and ordered three platters of antipasto before the main course. The food was outstanding, and by 8:30 Lyla and Emmy were getting sleepy eyed, so we called it a night, and a wonderful evening it was.

Possible Disaster Averted and I Was Forced to Buy a New Bike: "All's Well That Ends Well"

We’ve all know the phrase, 'All’s well that ends well,’ which can best be summarized as follows: if the outcome of a situation or undertaking is a happy one, that makes up for any earlier unpleasantry or difficulty. My friend Bill and I had made plans to upload our bikes on his new bike rack and head to Shoreline that is all open land as far as the eye can see and devoid of any cars. Those plans were panned due to logistical problems so we settled for a local ride to the Lexington Reservoir. We took the Los Gatos Creek trail which eventually leads to a dirt and gravel path and a steep incline. There is another steep incline that took us to the waters edge. Again, no problem. When I attempted to go further there was a shearing noise in electric motor, and I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. Something was wrong and the same thing happened to Bill, who has the same Specialized bike as I do. We decided to head back. Bill suggested I shift to a gear that would be less taxing for the motor. Fortunately, much of the ride back was downhill. Three quarters of the way back we parted ways and I managed to get the bike to Wheel Away Cycle Center in Campbell.

Bill told me to call him if I get stuck. I called Cecile, and asked her to meet me at the shop. I had to walk the bike uphill a few times, I was a bit winded because the pedal-assist function was compromised. But, luckily I made it to the shop and was advised I needed a new motor. It turned out that it would be cheaper if I bought a new bike. I had over 5500 miles on my bike, I didn’t qualify for a warranty, and I would get nothing for the trade-in. Yikes! What should I do? After consulting with Bill and our friend Jimi, taking a test ride, I decided to purchase a new bike. Fortunately, the prices were heavily discounted on all new bikes due to a glut on the market. So I bit the bullet, and bought a new red Specialized Como 4.0. Cecile and I had at late lunch Burger Lounge at 2PM, and headed home. Before the close, Bill drove me back to Wheel Away to pick up my new bike and old bike.

It’s funny how the mind rationalizes one’s dilemma and decisions that must be made. The truth of the matter things could have been worse. I could have been severely compromised had Bill and I went to Shoreline, and I could have been stuck or at risk had we gone around the Lexington Reservoir at much higher grades in the Santa Cruz Mountains. Yes, Bill could have gone home to get his SUV, but it was cold out, the road is narrow, and there is no place to sit or rest. I thought of my late dad who when faced with a dilemma or an illness would say “it could have been worse.”

As I reframed the situation, I got a lot of pleasure and my money’s worth with my old bike and I love my new purchase.

“Alls well that ends well,” became my reality. The previous challenges were long forgotten and the outcome was a happy one.