Annual Birthday Lunch with My Protégé — and Longtime Friend — Dr. Douglas Robinson

by Dennis Augustine

Every year around this time, Doug sends me a thoughtful text, inviting me to celebrate my birthday with a luncheon. It all began when I founded the Park Avenue Foot Clinic in the 1970s, and Doug was just a college student in his early twenties.

Back then, I had an open-door policy for him to visit my office, allowing him to observe my patient care and practice management. He eventually transitioned from orthodontics to becoming a board-certified Podiatric physician and Foot and Ankle Surgeon. Today, he stands among the best in his field.

This year, we celebrated my birthday at MO’s, a restaurant next to where Opa’s Greek restaurant once stood in historic downtown Campbell. We both enjoyed their taco salad while catching up. Over the years, I’ve referred countless patients to him, including family members and friends.

I’m incredibly proud of Doug’s accomplishments, including building a successful practice on his own. His credentials and kindness are unmatched. I’m also grateful for the enduring mentor-protégé relationship and the lifelong friendship we share.

A Romantic Golden Evening at Los Altos Grill with Cecile — Celebrating 75 Years

by Dennis Augustine

My official 75th birthday, August 26, was filled with love from start to finish, and this markss the second of three celebrations. The day began with a swim at our community pool, where neighbors and dear friends, Susie and Nelson paused on their walk to sing Happy Birthday through the gate while I was sitting on a lounge chair— and continued with a heartwarming call from my sister Josie in New Jersey.

That evening, Cecile and I celebrated at Los Altos Grill, a warm and romantic spot where the roasted Salmon and Prime Fillet were as memorable as the service, not to mention the heavenly Ice Cream Sundae. This intimate dinner was made possible by Kim and Al Chien’s generous gift card from last Father’s Day that we set aside for a special occasion.

To my family and friends — thank you for the calls, cards, texts, and thoughtful gifts. And to Cecile, who surprised me with new shirts and sport jackets at Stanford Mall, and who shares every milestone with me — you made this birthday unforgettable.

At 75, I’ve learned the greatest gift is not the years themselves, but the love that fills them.

From Terror Tunnels to Time Magazine: Hostage – Eli Sharabi’s Story of Love, Loss & Survival

by Dennis Augustine

Eli Sharabi spent 491 days as a hostage of Hamas after being kidnapped from Kibbutz Be’eri, just miles from Gaza. When he was finally freed, he returned to an unthinkable reality: his beloved wife Lianne, and their daughters, Noiya (16) and Yahel (13), and family dog were murdered in the October 7 massacre, along with his brother Yossi and 101 residents of the kibbutz

Eli endured torture, starvation, and the endless terror tunnels that opened into mosques and hospitals. He witnessed firsthand how Hamas hides among civilians, glorifies death, and exploits tragedy in the name of Allah. And yet—he still smiles. He chooses life.

“Our kibbutz used to help Palestinian civilians—sending money, even taking them across the border to hospitals in Israel,” Eli recalls. “Reconciling those memories with the slaughter of my family is almost impossible. But I choose to carry both truths.”

Eli’s resilience and faith in life have now reached the world stage. He is featured on the cover of Time Magazine, and his memoir, Hostage, will be released in the United States on October 7.

His story is not only one of survival, but of love, memory, and the unbreakable human spirit.

Screenshot from CBS Sunday Morning interview with Eli Sharabi / TIME Magazine

A Glorious Hibiscus Bloom Amidst Shopping & A Shared Indulgence for Lunch

by Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I enjoyed a picture-perfect afternoon at the fabulous Stanford Shopping Mall, where the idyllic 72-degree breeze made strolling a delight. A little shopping, a little people-watching, and then lunch at The Melt—our shared guilty pleasure of a golden grilled 3-cheese sandwich, paired with a crisp Cobb salad and a pickle.

What always captures me most about this open-air gem is the professionally tended botanic displays that bring bursts of color to every walkway. Among them all, the large pink hibiscus blooms stood out like radiant jewels—catching the eye of shoppers, diners, and visitors alike.

The hibiscus carries a beautiful symbolism:

In Hawaii, it embodies joy, welcome, and the aloha spirit.

In China, it speaks of honor and personal glory.

In India, it symbolizes strength, divinity, and sacred energy.

Everywhere, it whispers of fleeting beauty and love’s radiant bloom.

For me, on this gentle breezy day, they were more than flowers—they were reminders to slow down, breathe in the moment, and savor life’s vivid colors, just as I did walking hand-in-hand with Cecile.

Birthdays Taste Better with Friends, Cake, and a View of the Valley

by Dennis Augustine

We celebrated my birthday three days early on the terrace at La Rinconada Country Club, where the hills spilled into the Santa Clara Valley and the warmth of the day softened into a cool evening. Cecile was at my side, and dear friends Kim and Al Chien hosted with generosity and grace, surprising me with a thoughtful gift and a heartfelt card that touched me deeply.

We lifted glasses of sparkling vodka grapefruit cocktails and Rombauer Chardonnay, spoke of our grandchildren and of cruise voyages soon to come—Europe for them, the Mississippi for us. Dinner was hearty and elegant, with steak, Colorado lamb chops, and Chinese Chicken Salad.

The night ended in sweetness, with a decadent chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream, and as voices rose in “Happy Birthday,” I felt the gift of life itself: love, laughter, and the blessing of another year.

Rolling Through Nature, Boating Activities, Train Rides & Neighborhoods: Endorsed by my Cartoon Double

by Dennis Augustine

“The journey is best measured in moments, not miles.”

My cartoon alter ego joined me for a solo 21–mile bike ride along the Los Gatos Creek Trail — past Vasona Station, Vasona Lake County Park, Oak Meadow Park, and into the winding neighborhoods of Los Gatos and Saratoga.

A ride full of trees, creeks, wildlife, a reservoir lake, the Billy Jones Wildcat Railway, summer boat activities, and calm streets… plus a little imagination to keep me company.

Pride Parade in Silicon Valley: A Fun Celebration for Everyone

by Dennis Augustine

Downtown San Jose came alive Sunday with the 2025 Silicon Valley Pride Parade in its’ 50th year—a joyful celebration of kindness, and belonging for everyone.

I usually bike to all types of celebratory events San Jose offers (i.e. 4th of July and car shows) with my friend Bill, but with him recovering from a shoulder injury, I rode solo this time.

The lineup was impressive—SJPD & SJFD, hospitals, high-tech companies, Nordstrom, churches, AAA, universities, museums, libraries, and community leaders like Mayor Matt Mahan who was interacting with the children and former Mayor Sam Liccardo, now our U.S. Representative.

Sam, a well-known cyclist, had promised to ride “as a straight guy” and invite the community to join him. True to his word, he rolled through on his rainbow-decorated bike in khaki shorts, rainbow sash—posing for photos, shouting “Happy Pride Day!” and spreading joy.

Vendors and volunteers kept the energy high with free shirts, rainbow sunglasses, and fans. A little girl even offered me a flower garland —how could I resist?

Pride reminds us there’s room for everyone when we show up with open hearts. Or as one banner put it: “There is only one race—the human race.”

"Even Hamas' Own Numbers Prove—This is no Genocide

by Dennis Augustine

Trusting Hamas’ war stats is like letting a fox guard the henhouse. Even their own Gaza Health Ministry numbers confirm Israel’s claim: That out of more than 60,000 alleged deaths in Gaza up to the end of July, 32,113 combat-aged men (or 29% of Gaza’s population) make up 53% of fatalities — and many of the “children” (12,875) were actually fighters as young as 15 and 12,067 were women 15-65.

The one thing you can’t take away from Hamas is along with their backers, they are propaganda wizards. Compare those statistics to real genocides in countries, where populations are wiped out, Gaza’s population has grown over the years, while Israel’s Jewish population is barely above what it was at the end of the Holocaust. And name another country in wartime that alerts residents to leave their homes in advance of further airstrikes and expected ground operations and sends nearly 2 million meals to its residents and still gets accused of genocide.

Every innocent baby or child killed in Gaza is a tragedy but the blame lies squarely with Hamas, who hides among civilians and starves its hostages. The truth is, Hamas brought this war upon themselves and the Gazan people. They could end the suffering today — by surrendering and giving up their arms.

Bottom line: If this is “genocide,” then words have lost all meaning.

Selina’s Heavenly Birthday & a Poem in her memory

by Dennis Augustine

On September 23, we remember with love my niece and goddaughter, Selina Marie McAllister, who would have turned 42. Her middle name, Marie, honors my late mother, and her life was a shining thread in the fabric of our family.

Selina who faced some difficult times had a heart full of wonder—she loved horses and unicorns, symbols of freedom, beauty, and grace. Though her time here was far too short, her light continues to shine through her parents, my sister Josie and her husband Joe, and in all of us who carry her memory.

“Some lives are too radiant for this earth—Selina’s spirit reminds us that love never dies, it simply changes form. She rides now among Heaven’s horses and unicorns, her joy eternal.”

Unicorn Wings—A Poem in her memory:

On Heaven’s fields she runs so free,

With horses wild by crystal sea.

A unicorn waits, its horn aglow,

Guiding her spirit where angels go.

Her laughter drifts like morning air,

A gentle sign she’s always there.

Though earth feels empty, Heaven sings,

Selina rides on unicorn wings.

Post Cards from the Edge—Heroines in their 80s in Israel Refuse to let the Kidnapped Hostages be Forgotten

Since the October 7th massacre, when Hamas terrorists kidnapped hundreds of Israelis, six extraordinary women—Louise, Shlomit, Nira, Rachel, Tirza, and Ruti, all over 80 years old—have gathered every single day at Anchor Junction near Netanya in Israel. They refuse to let the kidnapped be forgotten.

It began just days after the attack, when Louise picked up a megaphone and a sign and called out: “What if it were your son?” and “We have to get them out of there.” From that moment, the vigil never stopped. Through rain, heat, and wind, they organize shifts on WhatsApp, wave flags, and remind passing drivers of the urgency.

Rachel, recently returned from the U.S., now fights for Israel’s future. Ruti carries her flag like a torch. Shlomit, Tirza, and Nira stand each day knowing the families’ pain is far greater than their own discomfort. They call themselves friends. The community calls them heroes.

And through artist and activist, Shoshke Engelmayer’s Daily Postcards, their courage is drawn, remembered, and shared — the voice of the kidnapped carried forward by those who refuse silence.

In Memory of Six Souls Whose Lives were Stolen: Carrying Their Light Forward

On the evening of Monday, August 18, we arrived at the first yahrzeit—the sacred anniversary of loss—of six young hostages whose lives were stolen one year ago in the tunnels of Gaza. For 10 months they endured captivity, yet their spirits still speak to us.

by Dennis Augustine

In Jewish tradition, a yahrzeit is not only a marker of grief but a call to kindle light where darkness once was—to remember by doing, to mourn by loving more deeply.

We hold in our hearts the names of:

Eden Yerushalmi — A young woman whose radiant spirit and love of life touched all who knew her.

Hersh Goldberg-Polin — A gentle soul with courage and humor that inspired resilience even in the darkness.

Ori Danino — A devoted friend and protector, remembered for his warmth and loyalty.

Carmel Gat — A compassionate healer whose kindness and care extended to everyone around one around her.

Almog Sarusi — A man of strength and laughter, who brought joy and light to the community.

Alex Lubnov — A bright young life full of promise, remembered for his dreams and determination.

Their families’ pain is unending, yet their memories ask us for something living: to answer cruelty with kindness, despair with action.

As Hersh’s parents, Jon and Rachel Goldberg-Polin, have urged: let these next 24 hours be filled with one good deed—however small, however simple.

May their memories be not only a blessing, but a quiet revolution of compassion.

Folsom City Zoo Sanctuary on National Honey Bee Day, Train Ride & Lunch at Halal Express Middle Easter Cuisine

It was especially fun for Lyla, Emmy, and Gus who were fascinated by the bears, raccoons, bobcats, peacocks, monkeys, shetland ponies, the Queen Bee and the importance of her role in the hive. We all loved exploring together and then hopping on the little train ride around the grounds —a highlight for the kids (and the adults too!).

Afterward, we capped off the outing with a delicious lunch at Halal Express, where we shared plates of flavorful kebobs and falafel wraps and salad, Humus and Pita bread A sweet ending to a day that reminded us just how vital—and magical—bees are to our world

Family Dinner at Ippolito’s Trattoria in Sacramento

by Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I hosted a wonderful family dinner at Ippolito’s in the Rosemont section of Sacramento, CA with our son Jason, our daughter Michelle and her husband Kyle, and our three beautiful grandchildren—Lyla, Emmy, and little August (Gus).

The food was delicious, the company even better, and the evening was made extra special by the beautiful, colorful mural of Venice that set such a vibrant and welcoming backdrop. Moments like these remind us how blessed we are to share good meals and laughter together.

In Loving Memory of My Sicilian Uncle Lillo Micalizzi

by Dennis Augustine

English and Italian Translation]

I first traveled to Roccalumera, Sicily, as a toddler, and returned many times as a teenager and an adult — often with my mom, and later with Cecile and our children, Jason and Michelle. My mom was Uncle Lillo’s older sister, and through her I was blessed with countless memories of him.

Zio Lillo proudly served in the Italian Navy. In his life at home, he worked for a doctor who was also the mayor of Roccalumera, and later he oversaw the town’s water district. But for me, his greatest role was being my uncle — a man who filled my youth with adventure, laughter, and love.

I rode on the back of his Vespa scooter countless times — through the Sicilian foothills, the countryside, past orchards where we picked fresh apricots and fruit. He taught me how to drive his Vespa when I was just 13, and he took me to Taormina, where he introduced me to spearfishing. He took me for gelato, we played billiards, and he taught me scopa, a traditional Italian card game. His jokes made me laugh, and his spirit left an impression on me that will last the rest of my life.

His beloved wife, my late Zia Cettina, was a wonderful woman — a loving soul and a gifted cook. Together they raised two beautiful daughters, my dear cousins Lorena and Giapina. It was Lorena who messaged me to share the sad news: “Dad is no longer with us.”

Uncle Lillo lived a full 92 years, and he leaves behind a legacy of love, laughter, and family. May he rest in peace. Our heartfelt condolences go out to my cousins Lorena and Giapina, and to the entire family, as we hold them close in our thoughts and prayers.

ITALIAN TRANSLATION:

In memoria del mio zio siciliano Lillo

La mia prima volta a Roccalumera, in Sicilia, è stata da bambino, e poi sono tornato molte volte da adolescente e da adulto — spesso con mia mamma, e più tardi con Cecile e i nostri figli, Jason e Michelle. Mia mamma era la sorella maggiore di mio zio Lillo, e grazie a lei ho avuto la fortuna di condividere con lui tanti ricordi preziosi.

Zio Lillo ha servito con orgoglio nella Marina Militare Italiana. Nella vita quotidiana lavorava per un medico che era anche sindaco di Roccalumera, e in seguito si è occupato della gestione dell’acquedotto del paese. Ma per me, il suo ruolo più importante è stato quello di zio — un uomo che ha riempito la mia giovinezza di avventure, risate e affetto.

Ho viaggiato innumerevoli volte sul retro della sua Vespa — tra le colline siciliane, la campagna, passando per frutteti dove raccoglievamo albicocche e altra frutta fresca. Mi ha insegnato a guidare la sua Vespa quando avevo solo 13 anni, e mi ha portato a Taormina, dove mi ha introdotto alla pesca subacquea. Mi portava a prendere il gelato, giocavamo a biliardo e mi ha insegnato a giocare a scopa, il tradizionale gioco di carte italiano. Le sue barzellette mi facevano ridere, e il suo spirito ha lasciato in me un segno che durerà per tutta la vita.

Sua amata moglie, la mia compianta Zia Cettina, era una donna straordinaria — amorevole, bravissima in cucina e di grande cuore. Insieme hanno cresciuto due splendide figlie, le mie care cugine Lorena e Giapina. È stata Lorena a scrivermi un messaggio per darmi la triste notizia: «Papà non è più con noi.»

Zio Lillo ha vissuto 92 anni intensi, lasciandoci un’eredità di amore, risate e famiglia. Che possa riposare in pace.

Le nostre più sentite condoglianze vanno alle mie cugine Lorena e Giapina, e a tutta la famiglia, mentre li teniamo vicini nei nostri pensieri e nelle nostre preghiere.


When a White Sox Fan (Zach) with a Heavenly Connection Meets the San Jose Giants

by Dennis Augustine

Before our nephew Zach flew in from Chicago for his week-long visit that recently concluded with a Hawaiian Luau, Cecile and I were brainstorming ideas for a 20-year-old college student’s “must-do” list. My friend Bill, an avid baseball fan, suggested a San Jose Giants game. This was perfect because Zach had been to numerous White Sox games with his dad (Cecile’s brother Mark), but he had always yearned to experience the more intimate atmosphere of a Minor League matchup.

Serendipity struck! Last Tuesday became a “boys night out” for Bill, Zach, and me, while Cecile and Bill’s wife Sarah enjoyed dinner out. Bill managed to secure us 3rd-row seats right behind the catcher at Excite Ballpark for the San Jose Giants vs. the Visalia Rawhide.

We arrived early, hungry, and eager to immerse ourselves in the full ballpark experience. Zach, feasted on BBQ ribs, Bill and I indulged in burgers and a bag of peanuts. The eternal debate of what to do with the peanuts shells ensued:) For dessert Bill had ‘dippin dots’ ice cream and Zach and I had churros. After nine innings, the Giants emerged victorious, shutting out the Rawhide 12-0.

Fun fact: Zach now shares a unique connection with Pope Leo XIV, a fellow Chicagoan and the first American pope. Pope Leo XIV famously wore a White Sox cap during a public appearance at the Vatican. It seems that baseball is indeed a heavenly pastime.

Dinner at Mint Leaf: A Feast of the Senses

by Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I had the pleasure of taking our nephew Zach to Mint Leaf Asian Bistro in Saratoga Village — a gem of Asian-fusion cuisine paired with the most exotic décor with a bohemian vibe.

The moment you step inside, you’re surrounded by rich textures, warm lighting, and intricate Asian artistry. At the far back, high on the wall, a serene golden Buddha overlooks the dining room, casting a calm, watchful presence over every table. From hand-carved wood panels to shimmering silk accents, the space feels like a cross between an upscale lounge and a cultural gallery.

The food? Bold flavors and creative pairings that match the setting perfectly. Mint Leaf isn’t just a restaurant; it’s an experience, and one of our favorites. Apparently, Zach was quite fond ot it too, calling it his best culinary experience yet.

Famous Felafel, Blooming Rose Garden & and Blast from Our Past

by Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I took our nephew Zach on an adventure to two iconic places in San Jose, each representing the city’s unique charm and flavor.

Our first stop was Falafel’s Drive-In, a beloved family-run gem since 1966. Founded by the late Anton and Zahie Nijmeh, from Jerusalem, this place has become a San Jose institution. The colorful mural adorning the restaurant, created by local artist Lila Gemellos, celebrates the city’s landmarks in vibrant style. Falafel’s gained national recognition when Guy Fieri featured it on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives back in 2007, and the episode continues to air today, serving as a testament to the humble eatery’s enduring popularity.

Next, we strolled through the breathtaking 98 yr old San Jose Municipal Rose Garden established in 1927, which was in full bloom and as timelessly beautiful as ever. To complete our day, we visited my former Foot Clinic on Park Avenue, a place that Cecile and I had successfully built together. It once served as my professional career, later transformed into a law office, and now, a cozy residence. This small piece of personal history holds a special place in our hearts, as it reminds us of the city’s ever-evolving landscape and the places that have shaped our story. Revisiting these locations is always special, and sharing them with family makes the experience even more meaningful.

Santa Cruz Boardwalk Bliss & Wharf Wonders with Zach!

by Dennis Augustine

Continuing our adventures with our nephew Zach, Cecile and I took him to the iconic Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk & Wharf—a California classic for over 100 years!

The Boardwalk was bursting with color and energy as usual—vintage rides, arcade games, and the buzz of summer in the air. We strolled the vibrant strip, took in the ocean views, and enjoyed the sunshine—perfect at 74 degrees.

Then it was on to the Wharf, where the vibe completely shifts. No rollercoasters here—just the peaceful pier stretching into the Pacific, lined with restaurants, gift shops, boat tours, and of course… barking sea lions lounging below!

Lunch, Bikes, Boats and Exploring a Majestic Pelican Sanctuary at Shoreline with Our Nephew Zach

by Dennis Augustine

After a relaxing jacuzzi and swim at our clubhouse pool, Cecile and I took our nephew Zach to Shoreline Lake American Bistro in Mountain View for lunch. The place was buzzing with summer energy—kids and teens in camp, and a kaleidoscope of color from kayaks, paddle boats, sailboats, and windsurfers gliding across the lake.

Zach ordered the Soy Ginger Salmon with steamed rice and Asian veggies, while Cecile and I shared a Roasted Turkey Club on focaccia with a fresh garden salad.

After lunch, I rented bikes for Zach and me. Cecile found a shady spot with her book, and I led Zach along the open trails to a quiet hideaway of small islets where dozens of majestic white pelicans were gathered—a breathtaking sight to cap off a beautiful day.

A Special California Welcome for Our Nephew Zach from Chicago

by Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I were thrilled to welcome our nephew Zachary from Chicago for a long-anticipated visit. He’s the son of Cecile’s brother Mark and sister-in-law Barbara—and it’s been great having him with us.

Before arriving, Zach stayed with friends in LA and San Francisco, followed by a visit to Cecile’s cousin Susan and her husband Steve in Alameda.

We met up with them for brunch at SKILLIT’Z Café in historic Niles, a funky spot filled with eclectic wall art and hearty food. We hadn’t seen Susan and her daughter Mea in years, so it was a perfect setting to catch up on family stories. Niles itself is a charming district of Fremont, known for its antique fair, wildflower festival, and early film history—once home to silent film legends like Charlie Chaplin.

After brunch, we brought Zach home, where Aunt Cecile welcomed him with a delicious dinner of Chicken Parmesan, linguini pasta, and avocado salad. More fun ahead this week!