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

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

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

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

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

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

Memorial Tribute to Cecile's Beloved Cousin Joyce Berger Who Had a Heart of Gold

(Born: August 28, 1928—December 20, 2023)

“Your life was a blessing, your memory a treasure…you are loved beyond words and missed beyond measure.”—Renee Wood

Cecile and I, and Jason were in Maui when she received a call on Wednesday, Dec 20 from her cousin Jeff Berger that his mother Joyce had passed away. She was 95. It has been said that the spring of generosity never runs dry for the person who willingly gives from the heart. This describes Joyce to a T. When Cecile and I first moved to San Jose, California in 1975, it was Joyce and her late husband Bill Berger who helped us find our footing when we were looking for a place to live and open my Podiatric Medical and Minimally Invasive Foot Surgical Practice. They referred us to a friend who was a realtor in our area that found us the perfect spot in an old neighborhood near the Municipal Rose Garden district. In the early years we would drive up to Sacramento to visit Joyce and Bill and their son Jeff. They invited us to stay at their home, and whenever we went out to eat lunch or dinner, they always picked up the tab. They wouldn’t have it any other way. Sometime later when she was still mourning Bill’s death, we invited her to join us in London and Rome. We had the most amazing and memorable time.

Throughout the years we became aware how Joyce helped many members of her family who fell on hard times or who had endured some setbacks in life. She was generous to a fault, but the truth is there is no fault in having a generous heart. Her first impulse is to give whether it be to her community, her synagogue, friends and family alike.

Five years ago, we were invited by Jeff to attend Joyce’s 90th Birthday party that was preceded by a ceremonial blessing (Kiddush) at the Mosaic Law Congregation. Rabbi Reuven Taff, the spiritual leader of the Conservative Temple led a vibrant, uplifting service, sprinkled with humor, warmth, love, scholarly readings and Hebrew chanting. Taff had trained at the Theological Seminary in NYC, and received his B.S. degree in Religious Studies from California State University (Northridge), pursued his rabbinical studies in Israel where he was ordained in 1988. And, last but not least, inn 1999 he was honored by President George H.W. Bush to preside over and conduct the first annual White House Chanukah Celebration with the President, Vice President and their families. Joyce adored her rabbi and the feeling was mutual.

There was an informal luncheon for about 200 congregants and family members following the service sponsored by Joyce’s son and family. Afterwards, we were invited to Joyce’s home for dinner along with some of her friends, neighbors, and other family members who came in from Northern and Southern California, Detroit, MI, Chicago and Macedonia.

Some of the photos include Joyce with Cecile and I, Joyce with her beloved granddaughter, Ari and various family members who I have come to know and love. I spent many a Thanksgiving with them over the years while attending Podiatric Medical School in Chicago. Marrying into a Jewish family has been a blessing. From one Virgo to another (Joyce's and my birthdays were two days apart and we either called or sent birthday cards to one another), thank you! Cecile and I will never forget your loving generosity. Heartfelt condolences to Jeff and the family including Joyce’s surviving sister Ruby Conway. May her memory be a blessing to all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

12 Longest Hours of My Life: An Afternoon with Yadin Gellman A Wounded Israeli Warrior on the Mend

“First of all, thank you for having me. I feel it’s very important for the whole world to hear all these stories and get the real and full picture of what’s going on here in Israel.” —Yadin Gellman

It sounded like a Hollywood movie, Yadin Gellman, an Israeli actor, and Commander of the IDF’s Special Forces, was with his team on October 7, after celebrating his 30th birthday the night before, organized by his girlfriend Adva Dadon, one of Israel’s most prominent television news journalists. But this was no movie. Gellman and his unit heard the missiles attack that fateful Saturday morning and was told this isn’t just another conflict. This is war. Hamas, the Palestinian Islamist group who assumed administrative control of Gaza Strip in 2007, launched a surprise attack against innocent civilians across the Israeli border. Many were attending a music peace festival. When he and his team passed through the military barricades they saw civilians who were in the war zone. When they got to kibbutz Be’eri, he saw something he never imagined even as a combat soldier. He saw babies that were killed in their bed, families where their loved ones were shot and their bodies treated in the worse way possible, others burned alive inside their rooms.

They went room to room, saving as many hostages as possible. On the way to the dining room, they saved 50 hostages. Kids were tied together and tortured in front of each other by Hamas terrorists. He and his team went to save them, when his right finger was shot off by an AK 47. They managed to take out that terrorist. Then, he got shot on his left side with three bullets, one blew a hole in his chest, his shoulder and his arm which he thought he had lost. The fighting continued. His team managed to take down all the terrorists and attempted to save Yadin and his dear friend David, his number two in command. Unfortunately, David sadly passed away in the helicopter, leaving behind his beautiful wife and 6 month off child. Yadin is here today, lucky to be alive. When he was loosing blood and there was a strong possibility he would die, he had two thoughts:

Number one, “I’m going to survive, no matter what," and two: "I should have married Adva.”

Yadin played a clip of him being interviewed by CNN while he was in the hospital. One of the reporters recounted all he had said he had gone through and asked "How are you doing emotionally…What you have seen is traumatizing…I don’t get how you recover from that. Considering all Yadin had been through he had the presence of mind to respond as follows:

“That’s a question that has to be asked by every Israeli here and abroad. We all have been traumatized as a nation. Our home has been penetrated. Our security has been shaken, and we see that pure evil has been living around us and inside our homes…How I’m doing and how my mental state is, is a question that is irrelevant now…I think we need to win the war, the next day we need to start taking care of ourselves both physically and mentally.” One of the reporters said that others they had talked to responded similarly, adding that they don’t have the luxury to assess their mental state because they were in battle and in survival mode. The reporter ended the interview by stating: “Yadin, you are indeed a hero. Sorry for your the loss of your friend David…and best of luck in your recovery.

Postscript: Yadin Gellman shared with us that ten years ago he gave up his religion and his family took it badly. But, after all he has been through, and survived, he has a new outlook on life and feels it is a miracle that he is alive and has renewed his faith and practice of Judaism. He also has begun to speak on college campuses like USC and sharing his story with the FBI, Pentagon officials, news outlets and social media groups.

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

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

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

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

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

Merry Christmas to our Family & Friends. We’re on our way home to California🎄🎄🎄🎄🎅🎅💕💕💕

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

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

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

Attending Lahaina Wildfire Survivors Housing & Healing Event on Kaanapali Beach: A Heartfelt Peaceful Protest

When I first saw about 20 pop-up tents and a large welcoming Ohana (means family in Hawaiian) tent across from Whaler’s Village and Leilani’s restaurant on Kaanapali Beach, I thought gee, this must be an arts and crafts show.

That was until I read some of the signs and posters: Fishing for Housing, Sign our petition for dignified housing, Keep Lahaina Lands in Lahaina Hands, Lahaina Strong, Homes for the Holidays, You want Workers? We need Housing, All I want 4 Christmas is Long-Term Housing,” and many more.

Yesterday afternoon, following a tribal flow yoga class I walked over to the homeless encampment. I met a few of the volunteer staff and community organizers to try to get a better handle on what was going on. I was told they are staying on Kaanapali Beach, exercising their “Native Hawaiian rights” to fish 24 hours a day, seven days a week. They planted fishing poles in the sand and are calling their action “Fishing for Housing.”

I was allowed complete access to take photos and listened to a number of politicians and advocates speak as the crowds grew larger.

One of those speakers was Paele Kiakona, a former hospitality worker and advocacy and communications coordinator for Lahaina Strong, who said: He and the coalition of 28 grassroots organizations are urging Maui Mayor Richard Bissen and Hawaii Gov. Josh Green to provide dignified housing solutions like converting short-term rental properties into long-term rentals; extending protections for renters against rental increases and evictions for at least a least a year; pushing for immediate mortgage deferral for all homes completely lost in the fire, and back end mortgage abatement of all properties that are not engaged in short term rentals.

Kiakona introduced one of the other organizers, Courtney Lazo who lost the Lahaina home she and her family lived in for five generations. She spoke about the pain about being shuffled around from one short term rental to another. "How does one start to rebuild their life and create a sense of normalcy, if you can’t even unpack?"

She added, “I like that we’re down here at Kaanapali Beach, some of the most expensive real estate in the world to serve as a constant reminder for everyone—this is the reality that the community is facing and they can’t just sweep it under the rug and pretend it doesn’t exist.”

Postscript: I was encouraged by the person who coordinates all the media appearances that the funds that Cecile and I donated three non-profit organizations right after the Lahaina wildfire tragedy occurred, was very timely and helpful including Marriott Ocean Club which matched all donations made up to $250,000.

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

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

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

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

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

Happy Birthday in Heaven Dad: Remembering our Trip to Italy with Mom aboard the Saturnia in 1953

Remember it was August 29, 1953, three days after my birthday. I was three years old. There were 205 passengers. We were going to visit mom’s family in Sicily. Mom was so beautiful. You lucky dog:) We sailed out of New York, Halifax, Lisbon, Gibraltar, Barcelona, Palermo, Cannes, and Genoa.

We were wearing those funny party hats when the photo was taken. It was built for the Cosulich Line and transferred to Italian Line in 1935 when it absorbed Cosulich Line. On May 8, 1935, she was used as troop transport for the Italian Government to east Africa (Eritrea). She was chartered to the International Red Cross for evacuation voyages from East Africa in 1942. She was taken over by the US Government and used as Francis Y. Slanger, a hospital ship. She was returned to Italian Line in late 1946 where her original name was restored. She returned to transatlantic sailing until 1965, when she was withdrawn from service. On October 7, 1965 she arrived at La Spezia, Italy to be scrapped and in 1966, she was scrapped by Terrestre Maritma.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Remembering Dad on the 6th Anniversary of His Passing: "A Tapestry of Love"

“Life has to end, love doesn’t.”—Mitch Albom

I remember the day I got the call from my sister Josie who resides in New Jersey. It was December 18, 2017. My family and I were vacationing in Maui—as we do every year at this time—to let me know our dad Frank, had died peacefully in his sleep. Our beloved mother Maria had died just four years earlier. Dad was 100 years old when he passed. Except for the last six months prior to his death, his mind was sharp as a tack. Dad had a colorful career.

His first job was at the Iconic Clam Broth House in Hoboken, NJ. He then signed up for the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC) which was FDR’s work relief program. He also did two stints in the US Army, at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio, TX, and Walter Reed Army Military Hospital in Bethesda, Maryland, thanks to his mentor and friend, Army Chaplain, Capt. William Walsh. He also served in the US Maritime Service in New London, CT., before returning to Civilian life. He married our mother Maria Micalizzi in 1947. They had me in 1950, followed by sister Josie, our late brother Michael, and brother Steve. Dad took a job at Janssen’s Dairy for 15 years, and subsequently worked at Maxwell House Coffee on the banks of the Hudson River. He was a Boy Scout Leader for 25 years; was installed as the Grand Knight of the Knights of Columbus, and was a member volunteer of the Elks Lodge No. 74, eventually becoming a life member.

In the twilight of his life, dad was honored by Dawn Zimmer, former Mayor of Hoboken, with a Proclamation for his many contributions to his community and his country. He was recognized publicly with a Senate Resolution sponsored by senator Brian Stack; and a laudatory resolution at the county level by the NJ Board of Chosen Freeholders, chaired by Anthony Romano, former Capt., of the Hoboken PD. Dad was also recognized by the Office of Veteran Affairs, and Catherine Macchi of the County Council on Aging who stated dad’s contributions were a “Legacy of Love.” Dad’s entire life was about love of nature and discovering the joy of giving to others.

Our Father Frank Augustine: A Tapestry of Love

"Beyond the 'Empty Chair' you left behind

A tapestry woven with love’s embrace.

Each thread a living memory, strong and true.

In the fabric of our hearts, your presence resides,

The laughter, the tears, the shared moments in time.

In each stitch, a love that abides.

Though you may not be physically here,

Your spirit fills the empty space,

And touch the threads of our bond,

I feel your love, a warm embrace.

The chair may stand vacant to be sure,

But your essence is never far,

For in this tapestry of our connection,

You live on, like a shining star.

We love you dad

Saying Goodbye to Beautiful Selina: Forever Loved & Forever Cherished

As we approached the Church of St. Mary, and again the Holy Cross cemetery in North Arlington where my goddaughter and niece Selina was laid to rest, we heard the mournful, reverent, and dignified sound of a solo bagpiper. It symbolizes the piper leading the departed to the Hereafter, yet stopping short of the Gate through which the piper cannot pass.

It’s been said that the loss of someone you love is immeasurable but so is the love left behind. Selina was a graduate of Centenary College receiving a bachelor's and master's degree’s in counseling psychology. She was a counselor for Bergen County Superior Court in Hackensack. According to her father and my brother-in-law Joseph McAllister, Selina’s real passion was horses. Selina owned many horses throughout the years. She showed horses professionally in both New Jersey and Idaho for 15 years. She also received many ribbons in competitive events. Selena is survived by her parents, Joseph, my sister Josephine Augustine McAllister, her loving daughter Zaila, and her brothers Joseph Jr., and Jake.

The most difficult realities that we—as a family—had to reconcile was Selina's tragic shortened lifespan. She was only 40 years old when she died, and the fact that it occurred on her beloved daughter Zaila’s 13th birthday, was too much to bear. The first thing that people notice about Selina (a variant of Selene meaning goddess) were her beautiful, radiant blue eyes and how her face lit up the room when she smiled. She had a huge capacity for kindness and empathy for others. She was feisty and outspoken at times, had a good sense of humor, and would do anything for anyone.

When a loved one dies it makes sense to turn to rituals to help us put our lives back together again. Grief is chaotic and disorienting. It rips our world apart. In fact, the word “bereaved" comes from the root word “reave,” which means to be robbed by force. The elements of a "healing funeral" are rituals that work together to restore order to our lives after everything is torn apart by the chaos and pain created by the death of someone who was much beloved.

What I love about funerals, is that they can heal a family torn apart by squabbles or misunderstandings. Bearing witness to the finite nature of life can spur loved ones to put life into perspective and let go of old grievances and simply share in their mutual grief. I was given the honor by Joe and Josie to deliver the eulogy at the Calhoun-Mania Funeral Home on their behalf. Then, there was attending the memorial mass at the beautiful Church of St. Mary in Rutherford, NJ, while the priest did the liturgy and readings, and administered the Holy Communion wafer.

During my flight home from Newark Airport to San Francisco, I was reminded of all that took place during the last few days. As I was waiting for the Uber driver to take me home, I was feeling melancholy, until I received a response from my Facebook post from Selina’s friend Gambel who shares with her husband Kevin Mccarthy that boosted my spirits: “Our hearts are broken too,” she said. “Selina loved and trusted her Uncle Dennis so much…this I know for sure,” she said. "She spoke of you often and always with love and respect. The same way she loved your brother Michael who passed and adored your brother Steve. My condolences to all.” Gambel added that her daughters have been Zaila’s best friends since they were 2 years old, and that she can assure me that she will do her very best to enhance Zaila’s life while keeping her mother’s love for her alive. Gambel was the sister of TJ Tarantino, Selina’s dear friend who passed away 1.5 years ago.

Postscript: The repast luncheon was hosted by the McAllisters at Mr Bruno and a private family dinner was hosted at PF Chang’s by my nephew Jake McAllister

Our Hearts Are Broken: Announcing the Loss of Our Niece and My Goddaughter Selina Marie Mcallister

(09-23-1983—12-28-2023):

The aspirational quote Selina shared with me on Christmas Eve called: Christmas gift suggestions:

“To your enemy, forgiveness; To an opponent, tolerance: To a friend, your heart; To a customer, service; To all, charity; To every child, a good example; To yourself, respect."

It was Friday, December 22, the last day of our vacation in Maui, when I noticed a text from our sweet niece Selina. We spoke by phone. We exchanged a few more texts when Cecile and I returned home, including some inspirational quotes. She was looking forward to seeing and having Christmas dinner with her family and especially her daughter Zaila, whom she loved dearly. The first thing that people noticed about Selina were her radiant blue eyes and how her face lit up the room when she smiled. Selina was blessed with a great many gifts. She was fun-loving, had a huge capacity for kindness, empathy for others, and love and support for family and friends.

Living on opposite coasts meant we didn’t get to see her as often as we would have liked. But, whether it was a text or phone call, these interactions were always filled with love and respect, and we always treasured the affectionate hugs and kisses when we did see her during our frequent trips to NJ. She was both my Goddaughter and my niece and she knew that we loved her and always wanted the best for her well-being, and we always felt the depth of her love. Sadly, she passed away on Zaila's birthday, at the age of 40. Selina, we love you, and you will be missed. May you Rest in Peace!

A Poem: She is Gone

“You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back, or you can open your

eyes and see all that she has left [in better times].

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her, or you can be full of love that you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow and live yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back, or you can do what she would want:

SMILE, OPEN YOUR EYES, LOVE AND GO ON LIVING!

Please Note: For Friends and Family living in NJ and wish to pay your respects, at the Calhoun Mania Funeral Home in Rutherford, NJ., here is the website link:

https://memorials.calhounmaniafuneralhome.com/.../5351492/

Exotic Bird Encounters with Kukui the Resident Cockatoo & an Elegant Egret & Audience of Finches Begging for Crumbs

“My brother birds, you should greatly praise your Creator…He gave you feathers to wear, wings to fly, and...a home in the purity of the air.”

—St Francis, patron saint of animals

During my walk to my yoga class studio in the open-air corridor, I saw Kukue, the resident Cockatoo for the last three years. He’s a favorite of kids and bird lovers like me alike. Growing up in New Jersey my father used to have a parakeet, a canary and later a parrot as pets. Kukui, who is 18 years old, born on the same day as our daughter Michelle (Dec. 3rd) used to live with his caretaker in Kauai until he passed away. As a result the General Manager at Maui Ocean Club brought him here. I generally pay him a visit. He loves to whistle and is able to repeat short rapid fire phrases. White Cockatoos are often seen as a symbol of freedom, grace, and beauty and in some indigenous cultures are believed to be a guardian spirit that watches over and protects its human family.

The other bird encounter occurred when Cecile and Jason went to get some coffee and a croissant at Starbucks at the "Beach Walk" at the Marriott Ocean Club. While there, a Maui egret landed on the edge of one of an empty chair and then hopped onto their table trying to pursue Jason’s croissant until Jason shooed it away. This provided a rare photo opportunity and Cecile didn’t hesitate. Having photographed egrets on the Serengeti Plain of Tanzania, the grounds of our gated-community, and at the salt marshes at Shoreline in Northern California, these elegant birds rarely get this close to humans. Some years ago while walking the beach trail here on Kaanapali we saw an egret gulping down a small mouse—whole. Bright and white, this long-legged beauty is often seen hunting moths on one of Maui’s many gold courses. They were originally brought to the islands by cattle ranchers for agricultural pest control in the late 1950s. Often called Cattle egrets, they feast on everything from crickets to toads, and don’t have to pay the high prices we pay for meals at ocean front restaurants:-)

The last encounter or should I say encounters (plural), was a flock of chirping finches that helicoptered down on my beach covered toes and legs while I was eating lunch. They are more playful and interactive with anyone that gives them the opportunity to snatch a few crumbs.

P.S. Whoops! And a Myna Bird

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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