Late Afternoon Solo Bike Ride to Vasona County Park Reservoir: Communing with Ducks, Herons, Clouds & a Waterfall

“Behold this day. It is yours to make." —Black Elk

I love when I decide to take a bike ride on the creek trails with no expectations and most times-if I’m not in a rush-nature comes out to greet me. It was biting cold out, but I dressed warmly. White fluffy shapeshifting cumulus clouds were everywhere, but unlike this morning the sun made its appearance and the sky turned blue. There were an abundance of aquatic life everywhere. I was getting ready to pass the Vasona Reservoir spillway. For all practical purposes it is a waterfall, one that roars with excitement. I pass it all the time. This time I felt a call to get off my bike and climb down the embankment to get a closer view. Unexpectedly, there were two types of herons. One, a Great Grey Heron in the middle of the water feasting on tiny fish. It found its sweet spot. Their beaks are like spears, and every few seconds they use it to pierce their prey. Across the way, standing on a grey cement platform of the dam was a small black-headed heron standing still as if it were a sentry guarding the gate. I got back on my bike and rode closer to the rust colored pedestrian and bikers bridge where I saw a number of ducks of every conceivable color that were resting near the waters edge. One friendly one came right up to me.

There is an old Sioux Indian phrase, Mitkuye oyansin—“we are all related"—often voiced at the end of a prayer. It is an affirmation of the interconnectedness of all things, and respect for all things. From the earliest of times, it was understood that beyond the visible world, there exists the presence of an invisible world, where everything is infused with a sense of sacredness. Plains Indians believed that everything in nature has a spirit. This includes all animals, rocks, rivers, waterfalls, the sky, clouds, etc. Given the chance to be in nature, I’m all in, and one doesn’t have to drive or ride too far to experience it.

I hope you enjoy the photos which tells the story beyond words.

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

I Never Saw Your Wings: Ode to My Late Mother Marie on Mother's Day

[Mom saw me take my first breath on August 26, 1950, and I saw her take her last breath on Mother’s Day May 12, 2013]

There are Angels God puts on this Earth to care for us and guide us.

You can feel their love and gentleness

As they walk through life beside us.

They do great things for us each and every day

They whisper in our ears,

And hold us in their hearts

When we are filled with fear.

They are always there to give a hug

And try to make us smile.

They treat us with respect and love,

They treat us like their child.

God Blessed me with an Angel,

I’m proud to call my own.

She was with me throughout my life,

Until I was fully grown.

She guided me the best she could,

She taught me like no other,

And though she is no longer here

I am grateful she was my mother.

Postscript: The shrine at Lazise, Lake Garda is typical of many seen in Italy as a tribute to the Madonna. In 1957, 50 years after the institution of Mother’s Day in the United States, a priest in the hill town of Assisi decided that the day should be used to celebrate women and their contribution to family and community life. It was so popular that the following year, a petition was presented to Parliament and the second Sunday in May was declared officially “La Festa Della Mama [Mother’s Day].

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.

A Rabbi’s Unbridled Optimism in the Face of Tragedy: Helping to Rebuild a San Jose Synagogue Destroyed by Fire

“It is axiomatic of Jewish psyche and tradition that rather than allow tragedy and destruction to demoralize us, we use

it as a springboard to achieve greater heights.”

—Rabbi Mendel Weinfeld

Optimism and courage in the face of tragedy best defines Brooklyn born Rabbi Mendel Weinfeld, founder/director of Chabad House in the Almaden neighborhood of San Jose as expressed in his quote I cited above. He no doubt took his lead from his Rebbe [spiritual teacher], the late great Menachem Mendel Schneerson. Considered to be one of the most influential Jewish leaders of the twentieth century, the Rebbe once said: “Imagine you could open your eyes to see only the good in every person, the positive in every circumstance, and the opportunity in every challenge.”

After moving to the area Mendel and his wife Mussi held gatherings and Jewish holiday services at their home for over a year before the grand opening celebration of the Chabad House on Rosh Hashanah in September 2021. Little did they know three months later on December 22, 2021, a devastating fire set by a troubled individual would consume the synagogue. Fortunately, the Torah scrolls and other sacred books were spared from the fire by firemen on the scene. After hearing about the fire, we made our first donation on January, 18 to help rebuild the synagogue. We decided to give in memory of Cecile’s late great grandfather David Pretula, an orthodox Jew who used to walk to his synagogue in Chicago to pray every day. Grandpa Dave, as he was affectionately called and Cecile’s great grandmother Dora had escaped religious persecution in a small village outside of Kiev, formerly a part of the Soviet Empire in the early 1900s.

Rabbi Weinfeld paid us a visit recently, and brought Cecile and I a gift box of special Ukrainian Matzah (handmade version of unleavened bread with the consistency of a cracker preferred by observant Jews for Passover). It was imported from Dnipro, a city in eastern Ukraine which has the largest Chabad Center in the world. It also houses the largest Holocaust museum in the former Soviet State that has been under missile fire by Putin’s military invasion. It came with a booklet about Passover.

Since our first donation toward the rebuilding of the synagogue, Rabbi Weinfeld’s congregation received such overwhelming support that he and his congregation members and advisors were inspired to launch an Emergency Recovery & Capital Campaign called “Rise from the Ashes,” with the intention of raising enough money to purchase their own facility more than double the size of the space they were renting and provide a permanent home for congregants to “embrace their heritage and celebrate it openly.” Cecile and I are so impressed with Weinfeld’s unbridled optimism, we decided to match our previous donation by 100%.

"In the Divine scheme of things,” wrote Mendel Kalmenson, Rabbi of Beit Baruch in London and author of Time to Heal, "…disaster can be seen to pave the way for even greater regeneration and blessing than before. This is especially true when it comes to the ability to transform…disaster [darkness]…not as an entity or force unto itself, rather it is itself an agent of light.” Sometimes there are people in our midst who are able to visualize through their faith that there is light at the end of the tunnel that others can’t see. Rabbi Weinfeld appears to me to be one of those people.

Postscript: For those inclined to help the San Jose Synagogue RISE FROM THE ASHES here is the link: Chabadfire.com

Also see link below for this sad but inspiring story: San Jose Jewish community attempts to rebuild after destructive synagogue fire by Maggie Angst published January 24, 2022.

https://www.mercurynews.com/.../unanswered-questions-and.../

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

Encountering A Mourning Cloak Butterfly: A Symbol of Transformation

“Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.”

—Author Unknown

“Butterflies…live most of their lives completely ordinary…then one day, the unexpected happens. They burst from their cocoon in a blaze of colors and become extraordinary…It shows us how empowering change can be.”

—Kelsyleigh Reber

While taking our granddaughter Emmy for a stroll around the perimeter of Rinconada Lake where Cecile and I live, I spotted a mourning cloak butterfly.

Though it can be seen in forests, along streams, parks, and fields throughout the United States and Canada, this was the second time I have encountered one.

It gently zigged and zagged until settling on the edge of a rock. As I gently approached it folded its wings tightly together and was completely still. I found out after my first encounter of a mourning cloak a couple of years ago that it is their attempt to camouflage themselves from predators. After a few minutes it opened its’ wings again, long enough for me to capture its’ beauty before flying off again. Though I wished it could have stayed a bit longer, I felt so fortunate to have seen this beautiful creature for a brief moment in all its glory and beauty.

Postscript: The mourning cloak is a unique butterfly, with special markings that do not match those of any other type, making it easily distinguishable. It has a wingspan of up to four inches. The dorsal or top part of wing is dark maroon, with a black band with bright iridescent blue spots and a ragged pale-yellow edge. It is powerful flier with a life span of 11 to 12 months, one of the longest lifespan for any butterfly that appears in the early spring. The mourning cloak is so called because it resembles the cloak worn by people who mourn the loss of a loved one. Other older names for this species include grand surprise and white petticoat.

A Solo Windy Bike Ride Before the Recent Rain

"Sometimes the things we [see and] feel on a bike [ride] can be sublime.”

—Justin Coulson

I hesitated about going out for an evening bike ride. It was cold, very windy and rain was forecasted.

But I elected to take the window of opportunity while it was still dry, an hour before sunset. I dressed warmly and as per usual I didn’t regret it. I made my way to the Los Gatos Creek Trail. Competitive

bike riders have all these strategies to be more efficient when encountering wind which can have a drag on speed.

But, I enjoy riding with or against the wind especially in a protected area where there are no cars. As a lover of nature, I often stop to take photos. In this case the abundance of cloud formations is what often interest me.

Edmund Burke’s Philosophical Enquiry (1757) connected the sublime with experiences of awe. He saw nature as the most sublime object, capable of generating the strongest sensations in its beholders which proved influential for several generations of artists. The definition of sublime is something majestic, impressive, and elevating one’s spirit.

When I ride solo in nature, I never feel alone. I never get bored. Nature is throbbing with life. Time alone in nature provides time and space to step back and reflect on my relationship to the natural world. I love taking photos of clouds, especially when they are abundant and moving as they do during a windy day.

Most of these photos were taken on the Los Gatos Creek Trail, a couple of miles from home. The one of me in front of the mural was taken on the caged pedestrian and biking bridge over Highway 85. The rest of the photos were taken on the trails and streets of Rinconada Hills, the gated-community where my wife Cecile and I live. Speaking of Cecile, when I arrived home she had a nice Italian meal waiting for me: Buitonni Sweet Italian Sausage tortelloni with marinara sauce and parmesean cheese and meatballs.

Celebrating our 45th Wedding Anniversary: Where Did the Time Go?

“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.”

—Audrey Hepburn

“Some people come into our lives, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never the same.”

—Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Cecile and I are celebrating our 45th wedding anniversary this 25th day of March 2022. Breaking it down we have been in love for 16,435 Days; have spent 394,461 Hours together, not counting three additional years of living together in my beloved’s home town of Chicago. We moved to San Jose, California inn 1975, and together open my Podiatric Medicine & Foot Surgery Practice. Though she was an elementary school teacher by training she became my medical assistant and office manager. Our patients loved her sincere, welcoming presence and smile.

We decided to get married in 1977. We were blessed with having two wonderful children (Jason and Michelle) and further blessed with two adorable grandchildren (Lyla and Emmy) and a wonderful loving friendship with our son-in-law Kyle and his wonderful family. During this time we had countless happy memories and magnificent travel experiences together as well as with our children and grandchildren.

A wedding anniversary reminds Cecile and I about one of the most important days of our adult lives. It is an opportunity for us to reflect on our relationship, and come together to celebrate. We are well beyond doing something that outdoes the preceding anniversaries in our younger days. Our celebrations are much more carefree. Our anniversary serves as a heartwarming reminder of the day we met and doing something special to affirm our commitment to one another and congratulate ourselves for getting through the challenges that life has placed in our path. Marriage is not all rainbows and unicorns. It is full of ups and downs. As unwelcome as the downs can be they have given us the ability, wisdom, and strength to weather the storms. All of our experiences good or bad are part of our personal storyline and getting through the difficult times has only deepened our connection.

Dearest Cecile,

Our Wedding Anniversary is a time to look back,

Remembering our first meeting, first date, first dance, first embrace, first kiss.

To think of all the things we’ve done and the places we’ve been.

The joy, the tears, the doubts, the fears

The wondrous things we’ve seen together, the two of us as one.

We have learned that love is a living thing and true love never dies.

May each of us continue to see that love in one another's eyes,

So as we celebrate today, recalling milestones from our past,

With the full understanding that in the years to come

Our love will always last.

Happy Anniversary,

sealed with a kiss,

Dennis

Bicycling the Los Gatos Creek Trail to Lexington Reservoir Nestled in the Santa Cruz Mountains

“On the bike I savour everything to the full. I live every moment. I discover places that otherwise I could not see. When I get on my bike I feel no boundary or limit. I am a conqueror, and every time is a little great quest, body and mind.”

—Paola Gianotti

At a mild 84 degrees, it was a great day for a ride. After Cycling to the Los Gatos Creek Trail with a pit stop at Jamba Juice, Bill and I continued our ride to Lexington Reservoir County Park, a scenic 950 acre park and reservoir which includes a 338 acre man-made reservoir available for shoreline fishing. The reservoir is also open to hand launch vessels only, including canoes, yaks, float tubes and standup paddleboarding (SUPs). Below the Lexington Reservoir exists a ghost town called Lexington which was once 550 feet above sea level. Due to draught conditions the water level is low. That said, it is still a sight to see while riding around the top perimeter looking down. The photos were taken on Tuesday and a previous ride we did last month. The ride around Lexington Reservoir itself is 7.8 miles, though Bill and I rode a total of 19 miles roundtrip from where we live.

Witnessing Firemen Battling a Four-Alarm Fire at a Three-Story Commercial Building From My Bike

“The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it.” —Thucydides

My wife Cecile and I made plans to have lunch at Santana Row. When I opened the garage I smelled smoke but wasn’t sure where it was coming from. When we got home later in the afternoon, I retrieved my phone which I had forgotten to take with me earlier and noticed that my biking buddy Bill had been trying

to reach me to join him for a bike ride. His text indicated that a fire had broken out near the entrance of the Los Gatos Creek Trail that we ride frequently on located at Knowles Drive and Dell Avenue in Campbell, near the Los Gatos border and less than a mile from Netflix headquarters.

I decided to take an evening ride about 6 PM and saw Bill walking his dogs. He told me the fire was still burning and encouraged me to take a look. I decided to approach the area from the Hacienda entrance to the creek trail near Kaiser Permanente. I could see the smoke billowing over the trees from a distance. I was on the scene in about twenty minutes. There were teams of firemen from the Santa Clara Fire Department and from Santa Cruz still working to put out remaining flames, but for the most part it looked liked they had it mostly contained. Street access was taped off and cars had to take a detour to their destination. Having a bike made it easier to get around offering me a vantage point to take these series of photos without being in harms way. Bill took the photo of a fireman hosing down the flames inside the cyclone fence.

I discovered that the catastrophic four-alarm fire sparked at a familiar, vacant 50,000-square foot building at about 10AM. The firemen were fighting the fire from the exterior since conditions were such that the building had deteriorated rather quickly. There were an abundance of emergency vehicles including one from the Governor’s office and several battalion chiefs. The blaze was still belching smoke over a large area. Fire hose water was flooding the streets and sidewalks around the perimeter. Crews were expected to remain at the scene overnight and operations could continue over several days.

Fortunately, there were no injuries or fatalities. No evacuation orders were given, but the Los Gatos Creek Trail was closed in both directions. The building itself collapsed in the middle of the afternoon hours before I arrived on the scene. See video Clip!

Proscript: The morning after! While I slept in, Bill rode his bike to the scene earlier this morning to beat the expected rain. He texted me the last two photos, one of him, and the other clearly showing the massive building reduced to a smoldering and smoking pile of rubble. The last photo is what the building looked like before the fire. Ironically, it was scheduled to be demolished next week to make room for a new development project.

A Middle Eastern Style Birthday Luncheon for our Granddaughter in our Daughter Michelle & Kyle’s Backyard

“Stay close to and be loving to your children and innocent grandchildren. Bask in their light. Do what you can to make grace happen for them. It’s not what we have in our life, but who we have in our life that matters.”

Happy Birthday to Emmy, the cutest little angel who brings love, light, and joy into our lives and is worthy of another celebration.

After all, in my view, if Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth can have two birthday parties several weeks apart so too can our little Princess Emmy.

So when our daughter Michelle and Kyle invited some family and friends who weren’t able to celebrate Emmy’s first birthday the end of February, we were all in. They decided to have a Middle Eastern Luncheon delivered by Dish-dash.

Aside from our daughter Michelle, husband Kyle, daughters Lyla and Emmy; Cecile and I, and our son Jason; Kyle and his brother Chip's mom Kim and Al, their dad Ed and Gerry; Michelle and Kyle’s close friends and neighbors, Kayvon and his wife Behnaz; Kyle and Chip's friend Vince Grosso and his four-month year old Graham were part of the festivities.

Thanks to Kim and Al, Emmy got her first American Girl doll; Lyla was enjoying being pushed on the swing, playing ball, and being read stories to. Emmy was very engaged, scooting around in her cute little white flower-fringed tutu, we enjoyed watching both girls open up their presents. Yes, even Lyla received some gifts, so she didn’t feel left out. The food was awesome, the company was wonderful, and all the grandma’s and grandpa's got to spend special time with our granddaughter’s, Lyla and Emmy. My heart melted when Lyla came up to me and asked: “Papa can you play with me? ”What could be better than that?

Responding to the Call for Humanitarian Relief in Ukraine: A Personal Connection Through My Wife's Russian Jewish Ancestry

Responding to the Call for Humanitarian Relief in Ukraine: A Personal Connection Through My Wife's Russian Jewish Ancestry

Cecile and I have recently donated $500 to CARE’s Ukraine Crisis Fund, in memory of Cecile’s Russian Jewish grandparents David and Dora who escaped religious and ethnic persecution in a small town in Kiev (Russian spelling) vs Kyiv, (in the Ukrainian language) in the early 1900s. The decision opened up some old ancestral wounds, but we felt compelled to relieve some of the human suffering going on in Ukraine who have been caught in the crossfire, especially women and innocent children. Our son Jason’s middle name was given to him in honor of his great grandpa David (Dawid, in Hebrew).

Like so many, we have been transfixed by Putin’s invasion against Ukraine and horrified by the barbaric onslaught of its’ people, especially the mothers and their innocent children. I wanted to help in some way and discussed it with Cecile who agreed. Her grandparents lived in a small village called Ladyzhinka near Kiev, which in 1793 became part of the Russian Empire. By the end of the nineteenth century Jews accounted for around 32% of the population. This soon changed. During the pogroms (an organized massacre of the Jewish people) in Ladyzhinka around 1905 Jews were forced to flee. Needless to say, Ukraine has a long history of not being good to the Jews. Seeing the writing on the wall her great grandparents fled to Chicago, around the same period that Sholem Aleichem, author of “Fiddler on the Roof," who also grew up outside Kyiv fled to New York.

Fast forward to 1941, Nazi forces captured Kyiv, and promptly posted notices for Jews to gather near a place known as “Grandmother’s Ravine,” also known as "Babyn Yar.” On September 29-30, 1941, the SS-led forces gunned down 34,000 Jews, not including children who in many cases were buried alive as Nazi policy forbade wasting bullets on them. They were dumped in the ravine. By the end of the war, 100,000 were killed including Ukrainians, that lay in a mass grave at Babyn Yar, the site of the Holocaust memorial in Kyiv, World War ll’s deadliest massacre, recently bombed by the Russian military.

Prior to Russia’s recent invasion of Ukraine, 2021 was shaping up to be a banner year for Ukraine’s Jews—a long overdue embrace of a long-suffering minority elected a Jew, Volodymyr Zelenskyy for president in 2019. Zelenskyy's grandfather fought the Nazis in World War ll and he lost members of his family in the Holocaust. At the same time, Volodymyr Groysman, also Jewish became prime minister. In May of last year, Ukraine’s top rabbi inaugurated a new synagogue at Babyn Bar. Several months prior the government approved plans for a $100 million, two-museum memorial at Babyn Yar that was slated to become the world’s largest Holocaust shrine, which Zelenskyy’s seemingly made a top priority. The year after Zelenskyy and Groysman took office, Pew Research Center study found that that 83% of Ukranians had a favorable opinion of Jews, compared to only 5% the year before thanks to government that unites people rather than divides.

This would make the late Israel ben Eliezer, or Baal Shem Tov, a Jewish mystic and healer, and, the father of Hasidic Judaism that has a center in Ukraine very happy.

The ongoing war with Russia beginning in 2014, including the current Russian invasion has given Ukraine’s Jews a renewed sense of patriotism. Their national identity is no longer tied to their ethnicity but rather their citizenship. Unlike the years Cecile’s grandparents experienced persecution and felt compelled to leave the country, due to positive political developments mentioned earlier, Ukraine’s Jews are more accepted today than any other time in its history. “Thanks to Putin, there are now Ukrainian Jews,” the chief rabbi of Kyiv was quoted as saying in 2016. Unfortunately, as the aggressive and deadly invasion by the Russian military continues against Ukraine the top priority now is sheer survival of a sovereign nation of Jews and non-Jews alike.

Volodymyr Zelenskyy, the most famous man in the world at this moment in history is drawing from a deep well within himself, demonstrating to the entire world what true courage, leadership, and commitment look like. The former comedian, turned president is leading the Ukrainian people through an existential crisis with a heartless dictator. He has proven himself to be a skillful and credible communicator that makes headlines and lights up social media platforms. He has a deep sense of humanity and empathy, rarely seen in the political leaders. He is resolute in the midst of adversity yet down to earth and accessible. He has given people hope in what appears to be a hopeless situation amid a refugee crisis that Europe hasn’t seen since 1945. We pray this will be enough. With several attempts made against his life by would be assassins, the country and supporters main fear is he may become a martyr to the cause.

In the meantime, our donation is intended to ease the suffering of people caught in the crossfire and is dedicated to the memory of Cecile’s late grandparents, David and Dora whose choice to escape the tyranny made it possible for Cecile and I to meet and raise a beloved family. They had two children, Cecile's nana Esther (her mother Marge's mother) and her uncled Joe. The second photo is Esther taken in Chicago (second photo).

"Only the Brave”—a poem for Ukraine

To kneel before a tank

Prepared to perish

And picks up arms

Their arms have never held

To hold fast to the freedom

That they cherish,

Unyielding faith

The giants can be quelled

With dropping jaws, we marvel

At the Courage of Ukraine

A hero named Zelenskyy at its head

Committed to survival of his country,

He stays to fight

When others would have fled

We pray that David triumphs

Over Goliath

A dream with fruition yet unknown

But in an age-old fight

Of good v. evil,

The world has told Ukraine,

“You’re not alone.”

—By Lainie Wachter, Rancho Mirage

Appeared in the Palm Springs Desert Sun

March 1, 2022