Happy Birthday to My Beautiful Cecile Who Makes Every Journey Through Life Worthwhile

by Dennis Augustine

We’ve traveled the world and explored this beautiful country from coast to coast — and I can’t imagine a better partner or friend to share life’s adventures with. Together we’ve celebrated our children, grandchildren, family on both sides, and with dear friends who have enriched our journey along the way.

Looking forward to dining out this evening to celebrate you — for all the kindness and unconditional love you’ve shown me through all the years we’ve been together.

Here’s to you, Cecile — my favorite travel companion and the love of my life.

💐 Happy Heavenly Birthday to My Sicilian-Born Mamma, Maria

by Dennis Augustine

“To the world you are a mother, but to your family you are the world.”

Today I celebrate you, Mamma — not with sorrow, but with gratitude for all you gave and all you were. I was your firstborn in 1950, three years after you arrived in the United States from Roccalumera, Messina, Sicily — and you were my first best friend. Your love shaped the man I became: disciplined, grateful, and rooted in family.

Thank you for the quiet moments that spoke volumes — the way you’d straighten a crooked collar, the gentle touch on my shoulder, the big hugs when you knew I was struggling, and the care packages from Fiore’s Italian Deli in Hoboken that carried the taste of home to my college days.

Thank you for the stories you told over simmering pasta sauce, weaving memories of your Sicilian childhood into lessons of resilience and grace. You taught me that even in humble beginnings, there is magic and history. That wisdom guided me when you referred me to your childhood friend, Carmine Sippo, who became my first mentor and helped set me on the path to a meaningful career in Podiatric Medicine and Foot Surgery.

On my bike ride the other afternoon — thinking about this twelfth anniversary of your passing — I looked up and saw skywriting planes forming a cross in the sky. It felt like your gentle reminder that faith still anchors me, just as you always did in my youth.

Buon Compleanno in Paradiso, Mama. Ti amo per sempre. (Happy Birthday in Heaven, Mamma. I love you always)

For My Late Brother Michael — A Trip of a Lifetime

by Dennis Augustine

November 1st has always carried meaning — All Saints’ Day on the Catholic calendar — the day my brother Michael took his life on our brother-in-law Joe McAllister's birthday.

When I think of my brother, I choose to remember the light, not the loss — especially our 2006 three-week camera safari that took Michael, Joe, and I to Kenya and Tanzania. I had invited him to join us, telling him, “Why don't you join us — I’ll take care of everything.” What a gift that journey became for all of us. Under the vast African sky, watching the start of Wildebeest migration in the Mara River, and looking out on the vast Serengeti Plains, we shared laughter, stories, and quiet awe. The wild became our cathedral; the sunrise, our prayer.

Michael passed in 2019, just shy of his 61st birthday. After being cremated, his thoughtful eldest son (my nephew) Michael Augustine Jr., gifted me an elephant amulet containing some of his father’s ashes — so I could take him with me on my bike rides. A way for us to keep traveling together in spirit.

Forever remembered. Forever united. Forever on the journey.

November 10, 1958 — November 1, 2019

Sunday Brunch with Cecile at Zazil Cocina Mexicana

Cecile and I had Sunday Brunch at Zazil Cocina Mexicana. Nestled in Santana Row, Zazil offers a warm tropical ambiance and beautifully presented plates celebrating traditional dishes from across Mexico.

We shared Omelette de Rajas Poblanas—roasted poblano chiles onions, and creamy black bean sauce topped with queso fresco, grilled jalapeños, and enchiladas. We also shared the Enchiladas Mañaneras—scrambled eggs with tomatoes, jalapeños, chicken, and a touch of fruity mole, served with crema fresca, black beans, and warm corn tortillas.

The name Zazil, meaning Clear, Light, Clarity in Yucatec Maya, reflects its cultural roots and connection to nature. As we left, we admired their colorful Día de los Muertos altar—a beautiful tribute to tradition and remembrance of friends and family members who have passed on which is celebrated on Nov 1-2.

Dinner with Friends at the Newly Opened El Comal Exquisite Mexican Cuisine in Los Altos

by Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I enjoyed a delicious dinner with Sarah and Bill Rothenberg at El Comal Mexican Cuisine in downtown Los Altos—a first visit for all of us.

Born from the vision of two longtime amigos (and former contractors), El Comal—which means “the griddle” in Spanish—brings the vibrant culinary traditions of Oaxaca and Yucatán to the table. Since opening earlier this year, it’s already become known as a warm, inviting spot where modern design meets deeply rooted Mexican flavors.

Afterward, we strolled over to The Penny Creamery, where Bill treated us to ice cream cones—a sweet ending to a wonderful evening of food, friendship, and laughter.

Honoring My Namesake — St. Francis: Patron of Peace, Nature & Compassion

by Dennis Augustine

Today, on the Feast of Saint Francis of Assisi, I honor the gentle saint who saw every creature as a reflection of divine love. Born in Assisi, Italy in 1181, Francis renounced wealth to live simply, embracing peace, humility, and care for all living things.

He taught that faith begins with small acts of goodness:

“Start by doing what is necessary, then what is possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible.”

Raised Catholic, I’ve always felt a special connection to him — Francis is my baptismal name. His message still feels timeless: kindness to all, harmony with nature, and peace within ourselves.

From Protégé to Colleague to Lifelong Friend — Celebrating Doug Robinson at 65

by Dennis Augustine

Last evening, Cecile and I were delighted to be among honored guests invited by Doug and his lovely wife, Kellye, to celebrate his milestone 65th birthday dinner at Locanda Sorrento Restaurant in Campbell.

The loving gathering included close friends, family, staff, and longtime associates. From antipasto to dessert—Limoncello sorbet and cake—the food was outrageously good. One of the staff, Ernesto, from Napoli, led us all in singing “Volare.” The Italian verb means to fly, but culturally the song—“Nel blu dipinto di blu,” commonly known as “Volare”—evokes joy and freedom, traits that Doug embodies both personally and professionally.

Doug and I first met back in the ’80s, when my longtime friend (and his cousin) Larry Blitz referred him to me. At the time, Doug was a college student considering dentistry. After visiting my office, observing surgeries, and meeting patients, he decided to pursue podiatry instead. Since then, our professional and personal connection has become almost “incestuous” in the best sense—we’ve cared for each other’s family members and I shared countless patient referrals over the decades, and continue to do so.

After we sang “Happy Birthday” to Doug—, led by Ernesto—Doug went around the room, expressing heartfelt gratitude to each of us. Though not Italian by heritage, he sure hugs like one! Having visited Italy to see my relatives in my youth and middle years, I now officially proclaim him an honorary Italian:)

“Cent’anni Doug— may you live a hundred years filled with health, laughter, and love.”

Note: Sharing with family in the states and Italy/Sicily

Santana Row is More than Just a Meal: Art, Fountains & Flair

Cecile and I enjoyed a relaxed lunch today at "The Counter" on the outdoor terrace at Santana Row. For those who don’t know, Santana Row gets its name from Frank M. Santana, a San Jose civic leader, and it’s become a one-of-a-kind destination blending dining, art, and boutique shopping.

We shared a classic cheeseburger with a side of coleslaw—simple, fresh, and done right. Our waiter, is from Colombia, added a warm and welcoming touch to the experience.

What makes Santana Row special is the atmosphere: exotic plant vases, colorful murals, whimsical signs, flowing fountains, and striking sculptures everywhere you look. It’s not just lunch—it’s a little escape that makes you feel that your in a European village.

Then there's the Augustine Cafe, we have yet to try. Oh well, there's always next time.

From our Son Jason's Dog Daisy to the Vatican: A Shared Love for Animals

by Dennis Augustine

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”

— Anatole France

Several years ago, Reverend Channing Smith invited me to the Blessing of the Animals service at St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church in Saratoga. I went with Jason’s dog, Daisy, a sweet Chihuahua–Italian Greyhound mix, who later appeared in the Los Gatos Times Weekly and Saratoga News.

Outside the church, I ran into former mayor Ann Waltonsmith and her husband Rick, who brought their gentle donkeys, Betsy and Ike, along with Adrienne Jacques, founder of Kitten Cattitude Rescue. It was amazing how peaceful Daisy was among all the animals — a joyful gathering that honors St. Francis of Assisi, Patron Saint of Animals.

This week, Pope Leo XIV was gifted a magnificent white Arabian horse named Proton by a Polish breeder who said he wanted a horse “worthy of the Pope” — white to match his cassock. The horse’s lineage even traces to Jordanian royalty and the United States.

And in Brazil, Father João Paulo Araujo Gomes continues his inspiring mission of rescuing and rehoming abandoned dogs. During Sunday Mass, he often brings a rescue dog to the altar — giving each one a moment of grace and a chance to find a loving home. His story was featured in Netflix’s Dogs episode, “The Protectors.”

Three stories, one spirit — compassion in action and love that embraces every living creature.May we all live with hearts as open as theirs.

Greek Hospitality at Barbayani Taverna & a Bit of Halloween Fun

Dinner at Barbayani Taverna in downtown Los Altos felt like a mini getaway to the Greek islands! The calming decor, perfect acoustics, and outstanding food made the evening unforgettable.

We shared Saganaki—pan-fried Kefalograviera cheese flambéed with brandy and lemon—before enjoying Moussaka, Lamb Chops, Pork Chops, and Scallops. The chef surprised us with a complimentary Galaktoboureko, a warm custard pie wrapped in crisp phyllo and drizzled with citrus syrup. Absolutely heavenly!

for Barbayani… and to Susie’s son Ronny for the great recommendation!

After dinner, we stepped outside and found ourselves in the middle of a Witches & Warlocks Wine Stroll—complete with music, laughter, and Cecile snapping a photo of me with one of the witches at a face-painting booth.

That spirit of Greek warmth and joy made the evening feel truly special.

From Maui to the Golden Gate — Happy Birthday, Kyle!

Happy Birthday to our awesome son-in-law Kyle — devoted husband to Michelle, super dad to Lyla, Emmy, and Gus, and lately the family’s go-to chef!

Cecile, Jason, and I love when they join us in Maui before Christmas — sunshine, laughter, and great memories every year.

He’s also my biking buddy, keeping pace with me and friends Bill Rothenberg, Jimi, and Jennifer Hunter on rides (yes, even through San Francisco hills and crossing the Golden Gate Bridge).

Here’s to you, Kyle — keep pedaling, cooking, and loving life to the fullest!

Reflections After Observing & Photographing the “No Kings” Rally in San Jose

by Dennis Augustine

Reflections After Observing & Photographing the “No Kings” Rally in San Jose

Bill and I biked 23-miles round trip to observe the “No Kings” rally at the McKinley monument at St. James Park in San Jose — not to participate, except for proudly holding up our miniature American flags.

As an Independent voter with conservative values here are "my personal reflections": While there was no physical violence, the atmosphere was tense and bitter. Speakers and banners shouted things like “F-Fascists — F-Trump,” “We love America, but we hate Trump,” and “I’m not a paid protestor — I’ll hate him for free.” And finally: "No Trump, No KKK, No Fascist USA."

Ironically, those shouting “No Kings” were exercising the very freedoms no monarch would ever allow. It reminded me that strong leadership and real results — peace through strength, secure borders, a strong economy, confronting antisemitism on campuses, bringing hostages home, peace between Jews and Arab nations, and standing up to crime and drug cartels — matter far more than slogans and rage.

We can debate and disagree, but let’s not forget: the only true “No Kings” rally in this country happened on July 4, 1776 — when freedom was first won through courage, unity, common sense, and our very survival. No matter where you stand on the issues enjoy the photos and video clip!

Italian American Heritage Month — A Walk Through Memory Lane

by Dennis Augustine

When I think of Italian American Heritage Month, I remember Cecile and I touring Little Italy in New York City with our dear friends Nelson and Susan Bye in October 2023 — part of our Hudson Valley River Cruise with American Cruise Lines.

It was the 50th Anniversary of Caffè Palermo, home of “Baby John the Cannoli King,” where we enjoyed his pizza, cannoli, and tiramisu on Mulberry Street — the heart of Italian pride and tradition.

The visit was deeply nostalgic for me. I grew up just across the Hudson in Hoboken, NJ — where my mother, Maria, arrived as an immigrant from Italy in 1947, carrying the hopes and flavors of the old country.

From the Basketball Sidelines to Heaven: Sister Jean’s Enduring Faith and Joy

by Dennis Augustine

“While we feel grief and a sense of loss, there is great joy in her legacy.”

— Loyola President Mark C. Reed

Being from Chicago, where I met Cecile while attending Podiatric Medical School and playing basketball, she had mentioned the passing of Sister Jean Dolores Schmidt, BVM — the beloved 106-year-old chaplain of Loyola University Chicago’s Ramblers, whose faith and optimism inspired a nation.

Born on August 21, 1919, Sister Jean joined the Sisters of Charity of the Blessed Virgin Mary in 1937. In 1994, she became the men’s basketball chaplain, a role she called “the most transformational and transcendent position of my life.”

Her days began with prayer, reflection, and the Rosary, strengthening the faith that guided her spirited pre-game blessings. For her 100th birthday, she received an Apostolic Blessing from Pope Francis, and at 105, a Presidential Proclamation from President Joe Biden, honoring her lifetime of service.

A beautiful life — and a legacy that will keep inspiring others to play with faith and heart.

Celebrating Kim’s birthday at Opelia Restaurant on Main Street in Los Gatos

by Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I were happy to have Kim and Al join us for this special occasion. Opelia, with its “Turkish Mediterranean feel,” created an intimate and romantic atmosphere in our cozy booth. Unlike some bustling restaurants, the excellent acoustics allowed us to converse clearly without being drowned out by neighboring tables. The staff and ambiance contributed to a calm yet celebratory mood, infusing it with warmth.

Opelia’s cuisine is a delightful fusion of Eastern Mediterranean and Aegean-Anatolian flavors. We commenced our culinary journey with refreshing cocktails, a glass of cabernet wine, and a Meze Combo platter. This platter featured six delectable cold appetizers with warm, fresh pita bread provided the perfect accompaniment for dipping.

Cecile and I shared the Opelia Salad, a harmonious blend of butter lettuce, figs, apples, goat cheese, pumpkin seeds, beets, and pomegranate molasses. Al opted for the Mediterranean sea bass filet, accompanied by seasonal vegetables, olive oil, and fresh lemon. Kim chose the Chicken, herbs, bell pepper paste, toasted marash sauce, and arugula. She later commented the food was to die for.

To conclude our meal on a sweet note, our waitress presented us with complimentary birthday desserts to share. We indulged in Ekmek Kadayifi, a traditional Anatolian bread pudding filled with mascarpone sabayon, and Diyarbakir Burma with Walnut, a delightful pastry with crispy layers and a filling of crushed walnuts.

The Miracle of Release — Freedom Restored, Families Reunited

by Dennis Augustine

Tears of joy flowed through Israel today and Cecile and I shed quite a few as the nightmare of being held captive came to an end. In one of the most emotional days in recent memory, all 20 surviving hostages held by Hamas were released under President Trump’s negotiated agreement.

As the freed men, women, and children embraced their loved ones — parents clutching sons, children running into the arms of mothers — tens of thousands gathered in Jerusalem and Tel Aviv, waving flags, singing, and weeping with gratitude. Hostage Square is now Freedom Square.

The exchange, which also saw Israel begin releasing Palestinian prisoners, marked the official end of the two-year Gaza conflict — a delicate, hard-won peace forged through courage and conviction.

President Donald J. Trump arrived in Israel just as the hostages returned home. Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and President Isaac Herzog greeted him at Ben Gurion Airport, thanking him for his relentless pursuit of peace and unwavering commitment to Israel’s security.

This wasn’t mere politics — it was humanity at its finest. A day when strength brought compassion, and leadership delivered hope. When the brave and the bold stand together, even the impossible begins to bend.

Israel also received the bodies of 4 hostages from the Red Cross today. May their memories be a blessing.

Remembering Jane Goodall & Our 2006 Visit to the Sweetwaters Chimpanzee Sanctuary

by Dennis Augustine

Yesterday we lost Jane Goodall — a pioneer whose compassion and groundbreaking research forever changed how we see chimpanzees, wildlife, and ourselves.

Back in 2006, I traveled with my brother-in-law Joe McAllister and my late brother Michael Augustine on a trip of a lifetime through Kenya and Tanzania. One of our unforgettable stops was the Sweetwaters Chimpanzee Sanctuary, founded in partnership with the Jane Goodall Institute, Ol Pejeta Conservancy, and Kenya Wildlife Service.

Sweetwaters offers lifelong refuge to orphaned and abused chimps rescued from West and Central Africa — giving them a second chance at life, something Jane tirelessly advocated for.

Her passing is a reminder of the power of one life dedicated to protecting others. Her legacy will continue to inspire.

History in the Making: The First Step Toward Lasting Peace in the Middle East

by Dennis Augustine

When history turns the page—peace begins.”

Congratulations to all who helped make this peace deal a reality, including the mediators from Qatar, Egypt, and Turkey, and on the U.S. side, Steve Witkoff who helped broker the deal. What we’re witnessing is truly historic — Israelis and Palestinians alike dancing in the streets, families of hostages weeping with relief, and voices from every side — even Israel’s opposition party leader Yair Lapid — joining in praise, by congratulating Trump, “Prime Minister Netanyahu, the commanders and soldiers of the IDF, and above all, the families of the hostages…"

After years of fighting and heartbreak, hostages are coming home, and both peoples can finally glimpse a dawn of freedom and peace. Even the press are calling this a breakthrough moment. Palestinian Vice-President Hussein Al-Sheikh of the Palestinian Authority and U.N. Secretary-General Guterres also welcomed the deal and are hopeful that it will lead to security, stability, and peace that will lead to a two-state solution.

To President Trump and all those who shaped this agreement — your persistence has brought light to one of the world’s darkest conflicts. Many, including legislators and families of the hostages, are saying this is Nobel Peace Prize–worthy leadership. May this ceasefire be more than a pause — may it be the first step toward lasting peace, dignity, and safety for all.

A Sea of Flowers in Front of Annunciation Catholic Church Part of A Shared Grief Experience in Minneapolis

by Dennis Augustine

“I stood before a sea of flowers the likes of which I had never witnessed, and felt privileged to be a small part of it.”

Cecile and I arrived in Minneapolis today at the start of our preplanned vacation. After checking in, I felt compelled to take an Uber to pick up a bouquet of flowers and bring them to Annunciation Catholic Church, the site of the recent tragedy.

I wanted to pay my respects to ten-year-old Harper Moyski and eight-year-old Fletcher Merkel, two innocent lives lost, and to honor their families along with the many survivors who now carry both wounds and memories forward.

Placing my bouquet at the central shrine, I joined countless others who had come before me. The atmosphere was solemn, hushed, and communal — strangers united in grief and compassion. By less than a half hour, I missed Vice President JD Vance and Second Lady Usha Vance, who had also come to pay respects.

Because a violent act desecrates a Catholic sanctuary, a purification rite must be performed before services can resume inside. For now, all tributes remain outside, where the memorial — a sea of flowers, candles, and prayers — bears witness to faith, loss, and love.

May Harper and Fletcher rest in eternal peace, and may their families find strength in knowing that their children’s memories are being held in hearts far and wide.

Remembering October 7 & Bearing Witness

by Dennis Augustine

Today we pause to remember the tragic events of October 7 — the lives lost, the hostages still held in captivity, and those whose fates remain unknown. Their suffering and courage must never be forgotten. Cecile and I recently watched "Bearing Witness to the Massacre" (A Prime Video), released on October 3. It should be seen by everyone who has the mental and emotional capacity to truly grasp the magnitude of what happened and the human toll it continues to take. Praying for peace, compassion, and a lasting ceasefire to bring an end to the pain on all sides.

Bearing Witness (A poetic offering)

A quiet dawn was shattered by cries, homes turned to ashes beneath the skies.

Families broken, hearts torn in two, where laughter once lived, sorrow now grew.

Names we know, and many we don’t, stories unfinished, voices that won’t

Return to the table, the garden, the song—a grief that is endless, a wound deep and long.

Hostages hidden in shadows of fear, each passing sunrise, another lost year.

Still we remember, still we pray, for mercy to guide the hearts gone astray.

If we bear witness, may it not be in vain, but light a path through the anguish and pain.

May peace find footing where hatred has crossed—and teach us to love, whatever the cost.