Exotic Dinner with Friends at Meso Modern Mediterranean at Santana Row

“Nourishment is the nutrients in the food, the taste, the aroma, the ambiance of the room, the conversation at the table…and the joy of the entire experience.”—Marc David

My wife Cecile gets the credit for finding and recommending that we, and our good friends, Susan and Nelson Bye try Meso which turned out to be a gastronomic gem that offers a deliciously curated selection of modern Mediterranean cuisine. The restaurant which bills itself as “where the flavor, spirit and style meet," is located at Santana Row in the center of urban life reminiscent of a bustling, posh European community.

Nelson brought and shared a superb bottle of hand-pressed wine with us that is made from the finest Napa Valley grapes at Charter Oak Winery in St. Helena, California. We shared a number of appetizers including a trio of dips that included hummus, smoked eggplant, red bet labneh with house made pita bread and chips and added crispy mushrooms. We also shared Charred Snow Peas with Muhammad consisting of roasted peppers, walnuts, and pomegranate molasses; Roasted Carrot and cucumber with avocado, dill, feta, sesame and lemon; and Spiced Lamb Flatbread with yogurt, sumac onion, spicy zhoug, oven roasted tomato and sprouts. We also shared our entrees that included Beef and Lamb Moussaka and Kufta Meatballs of lamb and beef, with baby spinach, pomegranate, pine nuts, and tahini. According to Nelson none of the dishes disappointed, and I have to agree, though the spiced lamb appetizer was a little too spicy for the ladies. The service was first class, and the setting which included an indoor fountain that changed colors was aesthetically pleasing to the eye.

We decided to have dessert at Smitten, also in Santana row where each couple shared a Banana Ice Cream with chocolate sauce and fresh whipped cream in a freshly made waffle cup. We enjoyed the people watching along the way, and colorful structures and activities along the way.

A Wonderful Dinner with Friends at Hercules Drafthouse and Cantina

“Heading up Hercules is Chef Beltran Reyes [who came here from Guatemala at the age of 18],” was described in an article in The Mercury News by Laura Ness, as, “one of those instantly endearing chefs whose sunny disposition and inner drive have brought him to the point of fulfilling a long-held dream to prepare beautiful food and eventually have his own place."

Cecile and I had an early dinner with good friends Sarah and Bill Rothenberg at the relatively new Hercules Drafthouse and Cantina in Los Gatos that had its grand opening last fall. Part restaurant, part sports bar, in a comfortable and spacious indoor and outdoor setting, the Cantina has something to

offer everybody. Having taken over the former location of Hults and Flight, Hercules, which began as a beer-focused hangout, now includes a latin menu. They also have a wide variety of cocktails. Cecile and Sarah had a margarita and I had one of their pilsner draft beers to accompany a generous portion of Nachos for the table, a delicate, more tasty version of the usual over done version we have had at other Mexican style restaurants.

For our entrees, Sarah, Cecile and Bill had an assortment of fish tacos and I throughly enjoyed a Pan Seared Salmon, rubbed with adobo and topped with mango salsa, and served with rice and vegetables. Juicy and delectable, it was one of the best Mexican style salmon dishes I have eaten in quite some time.

The consensus was that we would be return customers, and would consider their Happy Hour offerings as we tend to eat earlier.

I approached Niko, one of the partners to ask him how they came up with the name Hercules which reminded me of the movie of my youth: Hercules Unchained (1959) staring Steve Reeves about two warring brothers. Niko, seen here in a selfie we took together explained it is a reference to a Spanish professional wrestler. It turns out that the late Alfonso Carls Chicharro’s ring name was Hercules Cortez, known to compete in Spanish, European, and North America (AWA).

After dinner we walked over to "Easy Breezy,” the yogurt, custard shop for dessert.

Family Brunch at "Happy Days" Diner & the Legend of the Crazy Water Hotel in Mineral Wells, Texas

Everything begins with a story and the Crazy Water Hotel in Mineral Wells where many of the guests for our nephew Michael and Lauren’s wedding were staying is no different. In 1881, an elderly woman who suffered from dementia would sit by the well all day drinking mineral water. After a while people began to notice the crazy old lady wasn't so crazy anymore. Since that time the well became known as the “Crazy Well” that had magical healing powers. People from all over the country flocked to this magical well. The Crazy Water Hotel was later built on the same site of the well in 1912. For more than 100 years health seekers are still drinking Crazy Water. It is the only bottled mineral bottled in Texas. We hung out in a spacious lobby between the Crazy Coffee and Water Bar and a kid’s toy shop with a free mini carousel ride in front that our granddaughters Lyla and Emmy—with the push of button—made good use of.

The morning of the wedding ceremony and dinner banquet we strolled down North Oak Avenue to the Happy Days Diner for brunch. The memorabilia—laden eatery was named after the famous TV series of the mid-70s and 80s starring Harry Winkler as the super human greaser, Fonzie. It was filled with a juke box, gum-ball machine, soda fountain and likeness of not only the Fonz but Elvis as well. Slowly but surely most of the Augustine clan helped to fill the place to capacity.

After brunch Cecile and I, our son Jason, daughter, Michelle, her husband Kyle, and our granddaughters Lyla and Emmy walked a bit further to the heart of the historical downtown currently undergoing revitalization. We saw a bright red pick up truck on the sidewalk filled with flowers and a skeleton in the driver’s seat. The truck door identified its' owner as being The Kraze Boutique. Just short of the truck we noticed a red marque emblazoned with the name The Ritz, once a long-shuttered movie house. The Marque is available for rent to announce birthdays, marriage proposals, anniversaries and the like. Interestingly enough, while we were there, there was a happy birthday greeting to Emmaline, which coincidentally is our granddaughter Emmy’s actual first name.

Postscript: Upon returning home, I spoke to my good friend James Hunter, who interestingly enough informed me that his mom, Virginia and late brother Chuck were born in Weatherford, Texas, where my nephew Michael and his wife Lauren’s wedding took place. James' mom was also her school’s homecoming queen. It’s a small world indeed.

Photo: of our granddaughters Lyla & Emmy in Mineral Wells, Texas

“Angels Fly Because They Can Take Themselves Lightly.” -G.K. Chesterton

More Photos at Our Nephew Michael and Lauren's Wedding At the Spectacular Clark Gardens Botanical Park

Located just 45 minutes from downtown Ft Worth, Texas, and a short distance from Mineral Wells where most of the guests were staying, sits an idyllic Garden of Eden-like setting. After the wedding ceremony that was officiated by Steve Joyce, Michael’s stepdad we proceeded to a large tent. In my last post I focused on the beloved newlyweds and some photos of the honored family guests. The following photos include some new photos of family, the lush gardens, fountain pools, and bigger than life bronze sculptures near the entrance. Finally, I included a short video of our granddaughters Lyla and Emmy dancing to Stevie Wonder’s “Isn’t she Lovely.”

Once again,

congratulations

to Michael and Lauren honeymooning in Costa Rica, Michael's beloved mother, Carla and loving stepdad, Steve Joyce, Lauren’s family and friends. Cecile and I, our son Jason, daughter Michelle, son-in-law Kyle and Emmy and Lyla were enriched by this experience.

Celebrating our Nephew Michael and his Wife Lauren’s Wedding at Magical Clark Gardens in Cool, Texas

“Congratulations to a couple whose match truly seems made in heaven. May your years together be filled with heartfelt joy.”

Family from New Jersey, California, Japan, and Texas including my brother Steve and sister Josephine and their families and of course Cecile and I and our family gathered together at the Clark Gardens, a breathtaking 50-acre oasis in North Texas to celebrate our nephew Michael and Lauren’s exchange of their wedding vows. The two lovebirds met at a rock-climbing venue in 2019, and make quite a handsome couple. The ceremony was lovingly officiated by Michael’s stepdad, Steve Joyce. His brother Andrew was his best man, and his other brothers Brock and Alex were also part of the wedding party. As the best man, Andrew, a sergeant in the US Air Force, stationed in Japan had some fun and loving things to share about Michael and jokingly welcomed his new sister-in-law “into our dysfunctional family.” Finally, it was a joy watching our granddaughters Lyla and Emmy dance up a storm and meeting their 19 month cousin Luka and 4 month old Ayla for the first time.

Congrats to Carla and Steve Joyce and Lauren’s family.

Dinner at Pastafina in Downtown Mineral Wells, Texas & Bumping Into Three of my Nephews

Cecile & I, our son Jason, daughter Michelle, our son-in-law Kyle, and granddaughters Lyla and Emmy had dinner at Pastafina Italian restaurant when serendipitously two of our nephews, Andrew and Brock Augustine walked in. They were picking up pizza-to-go to bring back to an Airbnb they are staying in up the road. We are all in town for our nephew (their) brother Mikey Augustine’s upcoming wedding to his beloved Lauren tomorrow evening at Clark Gardens in the town of Weatherford. After we had dinner we were returning to The Crazy Water Hotel when we bumped into the groom himself and a close friend. Mikey had told his friend he had a strong feeling he would encounter us, and his

Intuition completed the cycle of synchronicity. Cecile told me had I not gone up to our room early I would have seen Alex, my late brother Michael’s fourth son and their mother Carla and Lauren. We are all looking forward to the wedding celebration with much anticipation.

Cycling in Natural Protected Creek Trails and Quiet Neighborhood Settings Never Gets Dull

“To me, it doesn’t matter whether it’s raining or the sun is shining…as long as I’m riding a bike I know

I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

—Mark Cavendish

Nothing beats taking in the beautiful views of nature, while a crisp fresh air blows gently into your face. Aside from the endorphins your body produces from the physical activity of cycling, being surrounded by the natural world around me puts my mind at peace. Brooks, streams, water walls, percolation ponds, reservoirs and lakes provide a tranquil view. Being hit with months of rains these winter and spring the poppies are popping and the yellow mustard flowers are blanketing the terrain. Bicycling for me is not a race, but an adventure and an opportunity to be mindful of all the beauty around me that I once took for granted or was too distracted by stray thoughts to notice. Cycling gives you a birds-eye view

of the world around you.

The photos that follow were taken over some recent rides these past couple of weeks. Some were solo and others were with my friend Bill. We each make ourselves available at a moments notice with the stipulation that family comes first.

Almost all of the photos were taken on the Los Gatos Creek Trail extending in the direction of Campbell or San Jose in one direction or to Vasona Lake County Park and in neighborhoods where car traffic minimal.

Recently, we made a pit stop at Carstar South Bay Auto Body & Paint on University Avenue to witness the mechanics repairing and painting racing cars as a side hustle to general body work business. It’s ironic, we live in Silicon Valley, one of the busiest high tech communities in the country,

but we are also blessed with some of greatest biking venues in the world, many in our own back yard.

Embracing & Celebrating the Dual Nature of Easter: the Secular & Religious

“I still believe in…the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and true love. Don’t even try to tell me different.”

—Dolly Parton

“Easter is the demonstration…that life is essentially spiritual and timeless.”

—Charles M. Crowe

The secular Easter holiday is centered on the a visit by the Easter bunny, a hunt for dyed Easter eggs and an Easter basket of goodies for the kids and grandkids. This is a folkloric tradition. German settlers brought the Easter Bunny tradition to America in the 1700s. Their children made nests so this creature could lay its colored eggs. Eventually, this custom spread. The religious aspect is centered on church services, Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection, and Easter brunch or dinner. Of course, for those not affiliated with a religion, Easter is more likely to symbolize spring, hope and renewal, which is not a bad thing.

Though, I’m not a religious Catholic per se, there is an old saying: “Once a Catholic always a Catholic.” It will always be a part of me. Moreover, I love the spiritual teachings of many of the Catholic mystics and monks. That said as a young man I was always stuck on the Crucifixion part that in historical terms seemed so banal, so dark—a downright calamity. I also didn’t know how to apply the resurrection part to my life until much later.

Thanks to the late Joseph Campbell, an academic scholar of comparative religions at Sarah Lawrence College, who gained prominence on the world stage after the "Power of Myth" series on PBS with Bill Moyers in 1988, I learned the significance of the Easter story. Campbell said: “If we think of the crucifixion only in historical terms, we lose the symbol's immediate reference to ourselves...The crucifixion is not a calamity if it leads to new life.” The resurrection in turn was a dramatic physical and spiritual transformation that transformed Western civilization for two millennia. Campbell references The Imitation of Christ, "which is symbolic of participating in the suffering and joys of the world (i.e. accepting the good with the bad), all the while seeing through them the radiance of the divine presence.” Transformation gives us hope that no matter how dire our circumstances, we can find redemption in our personal lives, as well as society or culture, as a whole.

Postscript: I was so moved by Joseph Campbell’s teachings that I wrote a book in the 90s with a tribute to him called "Invisible Means of Support: A Transformational Journey," that was endorsed by his late wife Jean Erdman, a choreographer, dancer, and theatre director who died in 2020 at the age of 104.

Celebrating Passover with Family & Surprisingly the Largest Annual Passover Seders are in Nepal

"Passover takes place in the home rather than the synagogue and centers around an epic meal—the Seder—so you remember Passover as storytelling, you remember it in family."

—Simon Schama

Our daughter Michelle, son-in-law, Kyle and our granddaughters Lyla and Emmy joined us for an intimate Passover Seder at our home. Lyla with her Nonnie Cecile's help told the story of Passover. The traditional circular Passover Seder Plate consists of a variety of symbolic foods that are eaten during the Passover meal. For the main meal we had salad, oven roasted potatoes, and veggies, a delicious tender brisket and fresh baked halibut. For dessert we had colorful French macaroons and coconut macaroons.

Having married into a Jewish family which has been a blessing, I can tell you that Judaism celebrates a lot of holidays. But the oldest of them is Passover which began last evening and continues for a week. As the mythic story goes, Passover, also called Pesach, is the Jewish festival celebrating the ultimate exodus of the Israelites from Egyptian slavery to freedom in the 1200s BC as chronicled in the Old testament book of Exodus. This master story of redemption from slavery has shaped Jewish consciousness and values.

The whole week of Passover is a perfect time to remember loved ones who have died, holding close to one’s heart the legacy they have left behind. Top of mind is Cecile’s mom, Margie and father Harry, two of the finest people people I had the pleasure of knowing (photo) and who treated me with loving kindness and generosity.

Postscript: Surprisingly, Nepal is the home to the world’s largest Passover seder, boasting over 1,000 participants and is held in Katmandu. The reason: The country is overflowing with young Israeli travelers who have recently finished their mandatory army service. During Passover, many want to be reminded of their mom’s chicken or matzah ball soup or to experience of the familiar crunch of matzah (cracker). Other attendees simply feel compelled to travel to Nepal to experience the holiday in such a unique, exotic way. Rabbis fly in to Nepal to lead the seder. Some of the events are hosted by the Jewish outreach organization, Chabad.

Source: Haggadadot.com

Dinner with Friends at Pho Banh Mi Vietnamese Eatery in San Jose

Having been to Vietnam on a couple of occasions, I can say the cuisine focuses on preparing food with the freshest ingredients...It is also done with minimal use of oil and dairy and relies on the light, fresh flavors of herbs and vegetables. As a result, it is one of the healthiest cuisines in the world.

Always willing to try something knew, our friends Bill and Sarah Rothenberg recommended we have dinner at Pho Banh Mi restaurant, recently. Formerly, a Burger King, in the same parking lot as Home Depot, the owners did a great job of remodeling the building. The contemporary interior is clean, bright and charming. Locals waited patiently through three years of Covid before its grand opening, and by all accounts it was worth the wait. The restaurant made good use of the previous burger drive—through—window for their thriving take-out service.

They have a wide variety of food to choose from, including around eight types of their signature Banh Mi sandwiches, and delicious and comforting Pho (Pronounced “fuh”), a large bowl of steaming Vietnamese Noodle Soup with either beef, chicken, fish or vegetarian style and Tofu, and all the toppings. The best thing about pho is that it is such a restorative food. The soup is savory and rich, while clean and refreshing a the same time.

We were served water infused with cucumber. I had the Special Pho with egg noodles, steak, brisket, brisket and meatballs and everyone else had the Special Vermicelli Bowl with Chicken, fresh raw veggies, herbs and egg roll. The staff was friendly and the service was impeccable.

Postscript: When I think of Vietnamese noodle soup, I think about Barack Obama joining the late Anthony Bourdain (whom Cecile and I heard speak at D’Anza College) for a sit-down meal and a beer in Bun Huong Lien, a noodle spot loved by locals in 2016. “There’s no better place to entertain the leader of the free world in my opinion, than one of these classic funky family-run noodle shops you find all over Hanoi,” Bourdain declared.

Fabulous Dinner with Friends at Willard Hicks Steakhouse and Grill in the Heart of Downtown Campbell

Always open to try new places, Cecile thought Willard Hicks had potential and thought our friends Nelson and Susan Bye whom we have taken many trips with might enjoy it too.

As usual Nelson brought a bottle of wine from his stash. This time it was Montague: The Baron Cabernet Sauvignon from Napa Valley, a rich, luscious full-bodied wine with flavors of red and black currents, plums and mulberries.

We shared a Spoonable skillet of poblano cornbread drizzled with jalapeño honey butter, a dish of sautéed wild mushrooms, and Cecile, Susan and Nelson shared Coconut Crusted Shrimp with sweet peppers, scallions, Thai curry broth, mango, micro greens and peanut and macadamia nuts. Unfortunately, I had to abstain as I am allergic to shrimp. Nelson also had a cup of French Onion soup.

For our entrees Cecile and Nelson enjoyed a Spicy Asian Mambo: Jalapeño teriyaki marinated filet, fire roasted peppers and spring onions with fresh chopped romaine hearts inn creamy Padilla pepper dressing. Susan had Grilled Bone-in Pork Chop: topped with apricot chutney, accompanied by crispy Brussels sprouts and mashed potatoes and balsamic drizzle. I devoured a rich tasting Pappardelle Pasta: served with stroganoff style braised short rib, white wine cream, demi-glace and balsamic glaze. For dessert, Susan and Nelson and Cecile and I shared a Butter Cake with fresh strawberries and vanilla bean ice cream shared, and I had a Decaf Cappuccino. The service was excellent. Our waitress Melanie was a delight and made us feel at home. The only negative critique we had was even though we were on the other side of a spacious dining room the DJ was loud and it was somewhat difficult carrying on a conversation. However, we definitely would come back on weekday nights to try more of their offerings.

About the Owners:

Willard Hicks is one of a chain of restaurants conceived by owners Molly and Marcus Adams. After years of working at high-tech companies and startups back in the day, the married couple reportedly decided they wanted a change of pace and retired from high tech to pursue food service businesses that was inspired by their love of fine dining. Marcus, who once worked at networking company by day was a former DJ at night brought his love of music into Willard Hicks with DJs perform during the weekends.

Celebrating our 46th Wedding Anniversary: Where Did the Years Go?

“I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”

—Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

Forty six years have passed us by.

Forty six years of we, not I.

Forty six years we shared our lives.

Forty six years as man and wife (plus three living together)

Forty six years of love and joy

Forty six years, one loving girl and boy

Forty six years two precious granddaughters to love and adore

Here’s wishing you and I many years more.

Dearest Cecile, according to many surveys, couples who travel together

find more satisfaction in their lives. They experience better communication and have longer-lasting relationships.

Shared experiences have deepened our connection with one another. After each trip the everyday world

we live in is subtly changed. We have been blessed to travel world wide and have passed on that love

of travel to our kids, Jason and Michelle. We linger over memories of our adventures, including overcoming

the ordinary and sometimes extraordinary obstacles that can complicate any kind of travel. In the end

we celebrate the planning and scheduling that made the trip happen and the exhilaration of giving into

the impulse to escape whether with family or friends or just ourselves. I think you’ll agree that traveling with

the one(s) we love sparks the imagination and helps us remember one of the things that drew us to one another in the first place. I am looking forward to another destination, placing another pin on the map, and more photos to relive the experience. In the meantime, enjoy the photos of our travels as a couple that accompany this post.

Happy Anniversary, my love!

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day

“Happy Saint Patrick’s Day,” said the little green man behind his Shiny Silver UFO. As I stared at it in disbelief he said: “I may be otherworldly but I celebrate St. Patty Day too.” Okay, I kissed the Blarney Stone one too many times. The true story-so help me God-is retired commercial airline pilot named Bob placed this on the front of his green lawn in our gated community for the neighbors to see for the sole purpose of making us smile. Thank you Bob for placing a new installation on your lawn for each holiday.

High Winds Downed Trees & Power Outages & Flooded Bike & Pedestrian Trails

“Without minimizing widespread storm damage and attending hardship, it is nice to see the hills green again…”

—Andy Gere, The Mercury News

According to the San Francisco Chronicle, “Tuesday was the worse single day for Bay Area outages in almost 3 decades.” Cecile and I thought it was a good day for some savory, rich, restorative Vietnamese Noodle Soup (Pho) and after a busy morning we attempted to drive to our favorite place: Le Quay. Within minutes of driving, it was like riding an obstacle course. The 40 to 50 mpr winds (85 mph at higher elevations) wreaked havoc on the trees within our gated community as well as the next one Arroyo Rinconada in Los Gatos where a large tree facing the street was downed and practically took up the width of Pollard Avenue. This scenario was repeated several times including a tree downed near El Camino Health Los Gatos Hospital which blocked our ability to pass. Another tree was completely uprooted next to Westmont High School. It felt like the sky was falling. The howling of the winds made it all the more worrisome.

We made it to the restaurant but it was for naught, the interior was completely dark and it was forced to close. We found out later that 300,000 customers in the Bay Area were without power including many restaurants that were forced to close. We had to circle back closer to our home and finally went to our old favorite Effie’s for lunch, one of the few places open. We discovered later, that nearly 300,000 PG&E customers in the Bay Area were without power. When the winds died down by more than half later in the day, I decided to ride my bike on the Los Gatos Creek trail. The creek has continued to overflow one section of the paved trail that spanned over 200 feet. It was blocked off on either side.

Across from the trail there were other downed trees. That said, I felt far safer riding my bike on the trails than I did when Cecile and I were attempting to find a place to have lunch. Across the street from the creek trail I met a woman walking her dog and we were were checking out a tree that was downed near her condominium. Fortunately, it fell away from the building. She said her home was without power for the last five hours. Even Wednesday, there were still tens of thousand of people suffering through power outages.

I posted some photos of the flood waters and downed trees, some blocking some entrances and exits forcing me to double back and seek out alternative routes. Finally, just as I thought I had seen the most spectacular roaring waterfall from the Vasona County Park Reservoir Spillway, the near continuing rain storms since last December was a sight to see, as more lanes were open to accommodate its flow downstream.

Capturing This Great Blue Heron Take Flight Over our Lake in Slow Motion

“Our task must be to free ourselves…by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”—Albert Einstein

There is nothing more elegant than watching a Great Blue Heron suddenly take off in flight. Cecile and I were taking our usual walk around Rinconada Lake where we live. Pressed for time we decided to take a detour. This turned out to be both a boon and a blessing.

As we pivoted around towards the thick reeds we were both startled by the presence of the heron standing tall. They can be as intimidating as they are fascinating. I took out my i-phone and quickly took a photo and proceeded getting closer.

I say I took a quick shot because experience has taught me if I wait to get too close this majestic creature it could get skittish and fly away. The other thing I learned was to be as prepared as a paparazzi to take sequential photos as they take flight. Most times it requires a combination of luck and opportunity. The clue whether its about to take flight is it begins to slowly stretch its body upward. The inner wings begin to stretch out and the outer wings contort downward at around 90 degrees as seen in the photos.

Then the long yellow legs and feet lift off the muddy waters below the reeds where moments ago it was patiently stalking it prey (little fish) with its' dagger-like beak. Most people think that a herons are just another shorebird, and get lumped in the category of ducks and fish. But, in fact, the heron is an efficient, nasty predator, willing to go after big meals such as snakes, sharks and other birds.

The spiritual meaning of a heron include elegance, patience, wisdom, self-possession, transformation and good fortune. According to North American Native tradition, the Blue Heron flies over you it brings messages of self-determination and self-reliance, and finally, the ability to progress and evolve.

A Fun Way to San Jose: A 24-mile Bike Ride & a Relaxing Outdoor Lunch at San Pedro Square Market

I believe Einstein who once said: “Life is like riding a bicycle, to keep your balance you must keep moving,” would agree that the bicycle is the best invention for humankind. More and more, it has become an important form of exercise for physical and mental health when overwhelmed by the news of the day. Something as getting on a bike and finding a nearby trail helps to get your blood pumping and eases your mind when you find you’re getting stuck in unproductive thoughts that lead you astray. I believe I can speak for my riding buddy Bill, whose is a veteran rider and has shown me many of fun trails over the years, that biking plays a major role in experiencing personal harmony with nature and relief from the monotonous routines of the day.

It was a perfect sunny day to ride for what ended up being a 24-mile bike ride. My friend Bill and I began our excursion from the Los Gatos Creek Trail heading towards San Jose at 11:30. The paved trail ends at the beginning of Willow Street where we continue passed downtown Willow Glen to Three Creeks Trail. A replica water tower sculpture with the number 3 on it, marks the entrance to the paved l trail system that connects to the Los Gatos Creek Trail, Guadalupe River Trail, Highway 87 Bikeway, and the Coyote Creek Trail, also referred to as the western alignment.

The trail was formerly a Western Pacific railway line as part of the Willow Glen industrial lead of the San Jose Branch line. Bill and I continued to the Willow Glen Trestle Bridge that was built in 1921. A train used to travel to and from the iconic del Monte Cannery and was later demolished. It was recently rebuilt as a pedestrian and biking trail that leads to downtown San Jose. After passing Barak Obama Blvd, we covered a lot of ground from there including many of the city’s landmarks like the Children’s Discovery Museum, Monopoly in the Park where we watched commercial planes flying in overhead en route to the San Jose Airport, the Civic Auditorium, Montgomery Theater, San Jose McEnery Convention Center, the 18—story tower San Jose City Hall with a glass rotunda, and the San Jose Museum of Art. We also passed by the controversial plumed serpent sculpture (see postscript) By this time we worked up an appetite and had an outdoor lunch at the spacious San Pedro Square Market, a spot where you can always find what your looking for among an abundant variety of exciting food vendors. Bill had a fresh robust salad from On the Roll. a Vietnamese fusion restaurant influenced by Thai cuisine, and I had a half order of Neapolitan pizza and Arugula salad special Pizza Bocca Lupo. The pizza is made in a hand-made brick oven imported from Naples. Afterwards, we rode around the campus of San Jose University and from there made our way back to the trails for our ride home.

Celebrating our Granddaughter Emmy’s 2nd Birthday at Michelle and Kyle’s Home

In the words/lyrics of Stevie Wonder singing about his beloved granddaughter: “Isn’t she lovely, isn’t she wonderful, isn’t she precious…"

Two year ago today you were born. Now look at you and all that you have learned! You laugh and play and learn in your own special way. Joy to you on your second blessed birthday!Just think: You have doubled your age in one year, an event in your life that will never happen again. What a magical time to be two years old. Not a care in the world as you explore, learn, and grow. Milestones reached, boundaries pushed, and precious, giggly smiles for your second birthday. To our shining star, how we all enjoyed your first steps, first smiles, first words. Peel-a-boo, you’ve just turn two, and we all love you to the moon and back. Though today is Emmy’s official birthday, we all gathered at our daughter Michelle’s and Kyle's home last evening to celebrate. It included the grandmas and the grandpas: Lollie (Kim) and Pop (Al), Grampy (Ed) and GG (Gerry), and Nonnie (Cecile) and Papa (Dennis), Kyle’s brother (Uncle Chip) and last but not least, Emmy’s big sister and our much beloved first granddaughter, Lyla, age 4.

At age 2, like most toddlers, Emmy is talking, eating, climbing, jumping, running, and just flat out bustling with energy, and proud of it. Of course this means her fighting with gravity and her share of boo boos along the way, most of which she shrugs off as if they were of no consequence. She is absolutely fearless. She has become more and more independent, shows occasional signs of defiance as she begins to push boundaries and explore the world around her, partly tutored by her big sister, Lyla. Of course like all our family celebrations, there was good food and a home-made birthday cake. With lights off, Kyle brought out the cake with 2 candles while Emmy—with Lyla’s help—blew them out. Presents were opened with much excitement and joy. In this moment, Emmy, like her trailblazing, first- born big sister before her, knew she was surrounded by love—the gre

Enjoying the Rare Snow—Capped Mountains & the Roaring Waterfall Under the Bridge & the Playful Cloud Formations

“I don’t ride to win races nor to get places. I ride to live in the moment, find peace within myself, and to be free."

In the last two days, I have had to wear a jacket, two coats, full-length gloves and ear muffs while taking my late afternoon/evening bike rides. Last evening, I got caught in freezing rain. Rare snowfall hit the Greater Bay Area, including our quaint little town of Los Gatos, CA which is nestled in the lower foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains. Highway 17 was closed between Los Gatos and Scotts Valley early this morning due to snow and fallen trees. Even the iconic Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk was dusted with snow and a rainbow appeared in the backdrop (photo) of the Santa Cruz Harbor. In the foreground someone from the Santa Cruz Harbor Patrol place a small snowman with a hat and a badge.

Fortunately, we are below the 1,000 foot elevations and are not nearly as affected by the snow unless you work in Santa Cruz. I was able to appreciate the beauty of the snow capped mountains around us, and the amazing showy cloud formation that followed after yesterday and today’s rain and the sun that followed. The National Weather Service are predicting more snow to come over the weekend.

Postscript: I took all of the photos and video clip in this post with the exception of the photo of Santa Cruz beach where I have taken many a bike rides around with friends. That was taken by Gayle Brubaker and the one of the Santa Cruz Yacht Harbor with the little snowman was posted on Twitter by the (@SantaCruzHarbor) The video clip was taken of a spillway under a pedestrian and walking crossover bridge that until recently had uneasy access until the path was cleared of debris. To access it, I had to climb down a 45 degree angled ravine. I had to position my hands above the cyclone fence that in the past blocked my view. It was well worth it.

Visiting the Amazing Sunnyvale Community Center Park: An Artisitic, Musical, Cultural & Historical Refuge

“There is no power for change greater than a community discovering what it cares about.”—Margaret J. Wheatley

While taking my Model 3 to the Tesla Service Center in Sunnyvale, I spotted this sprawling piece of property with a large peanut-shaped pond, waterfalls, and vertical fountains shooting water towards the sky in the backdrop. The frontage was covered with manicured lawns and an old Coastal Live Oak Tree in the front, with gaggles of geese, seagulls, and ducks resting in the shade provided by its canopy. It turned out to be the Sunnyvale Community Center Park. After getting a loaner from Tesla I decided to circle back to see what else there was to see. I parked and entered on the corner of Remington Avenue and Michelangelo Road.

I soon discovered this was not your usual run-of-the-mill community center. It is more a full service recreational campus with a creative arts center, indoor sports and general recreation buildings, a senior center, and a historical museum. The Center is spread out around an enormous peanut-shaped pond and a beautiful fruit orchard, reminiscent of the time before the advent of what would become Silicon Valley. My mother’s Sicilian-born first cousin John Trina retired to the the valley for health reasons after living in the harsh winters in Ohio. The Performing Arts Center comes equipped with a 200-seat Sunnyvale Theatre and dance studio, fully rigged with lighted stage that accommodates plants, recitals and concerts. There is also a good sized park in the back. There is plenty of space to play frisbee, badminton, and other games. Some people come to picnic, read, walk their dogs, do yoga, or simply sit, and contemplate on the benches or one of many stone structures around the pond. Heck, you can even get married here.

I spent most of my time visiting the Creative Arts Center which offers art classes, open painting and pottery studios for young and old alike. I also visited the Sunnyvale Heritage Park Museum which is a replica of the home of one of Santa Clara Valley’s original settlers, Martin Murphy Jr. It includes a permanent display depicting the area from its agricultural heyday to today’s bustling hight tech metropolis it is today. The hardest thing about writing this post was editing the photos I took, which were abundant, beginning with the stainless-steel sculpture by Dan Dykes called “Matrix,” created in 1984, and metallic sculpture by John Battenberg, called "Murphy Street Scene,” created on my day of my birth, August 26, to name a few. The sculpture is a salute to the workers and natives of the Sunnyvale area, both past and present. Several of the figures represent the orchard workers before the transformation to a high tech center.

It was fun capturing the images of people resting near the pond taking it all in and I enjoyed stopping to play the oversized xylophones next to the Creative Arts Center to “ring” in the rest of my day.