Completion of ALC 6: 7 Days, 7 Words

Day 1: Goals
Day 2: Determination
Day 3: Strength
Day 4: Miracles
Day 5: Love
Day 6: Perseverance
Day 7: Joy

These were the words which Gia wrote on separate handkerchiefs for each day of AIDS/LifeCycle, along with a quote relating to each word. It was a wonderful sentiment and a gift I looked forward to opening each day. Not coincidentally, "Love" came on my birthday, which was also red dress day. There was much love special day, as I celebrated by wearing a white tank with red trim that Gia made which boldly read, "TODAY IS MY BDAY." All the attention I got as a result was wonderful but most importantly I was able to share my excitement back with all those who greeted me by yelling "happy red dress day to you." I also met several people who shared my birth date as a result. Several of us rode together in the morning. We only rode 42 miles making it by far the shortest day and one in which there is much down-time to rest and re-group. The day included singing, dancing in little Casmalia during lunch, and a great talent show that went until 10:30pm.

Other highlights included:

On Day 1 my nephews Trenton and Quinlan and niece Rivianna, along with Trenton's girlfriend, Jasmine, greeted me a few miles before the finish in Santa Cruz. They arrived just at the right time, and we hung out for about 45 min. watching the other riders and telling stories. The Borelli's (Gia's Mom, sister Carla, brother Steve his girlfriend Kathy) all met me at the finish soon after, as they were staying in Aptos for the weekend. They were able to come into the park and get a taste of camp-life while Steve enjoying taking pictures of the colorful riders.

The morning of Day 2 Gia met me at The Ugly Mug, a local coffee shop that gives the riders any drink they want for free, while dancing and singing in front of the shop. One young employee proclaimed, "this last hour hangin' with you ALCers was the best hour of my life" before she had to clean the overflowing toilet we clogged up.

Shortly thereafter we were riding through the woods of Aptos when we came upon a women carrying a trumpet. One rider asked her to play us a tune as we were stopped. She flustered and said, "who me, what should I play?" The rider yelled, "how about 'Oh When the Saints'." As she quickly proceeded to play on the corner he joined her from behind serenading the other riders and sang in a perfectly pitched Louis Armstrong voice, "...go marching in, oh when the Saints go marching in." I took a few pictures I'll share soon. I later met this rider, Mark, who sings in church and happened to know my friend Jaime from their St. Monica's. Mark also expertly performed, "What a Wonderful World" for the talent show on night 5.

Also on Day 2, after eating artichokes and skinny dipping until the final hour of that 105-mile day, I was honored to help coach in a woman named Janet as she was struggling for energy with 15 miles left. From behind I asked her what she needed: singing, stories, quiet. Suffice to say, we chatted the whole way and she was so grateful to complete her first century-and even get a picture of her odometer at that exact 100 mile moment. Janet was unaware of the brand name on her Camelbak (a backpack with water) which said, "MAGIC" which I quietly asked her to check out when she got in. She was quickly learning that indeed this ride is full of magic. We were buddies the rest of the ride.

On the last night, I hear I won a XM-radio and a 1-year subscription from Subaru. I only entered the drawing one of 7 days and was considering purchasing a satellite radio for Gia's car recently. I missed the announcement by minutes, it would have been fun to jump on stage but how lucky am I?

On the final day before lunch, I ran across UPS-Dennis. He's a UPS driver who proudly and advertises it with a tiny UPS truck on his head. He has been driving the refrigerator truck as a roadie for years since his riding days. He rejoined as a rider this year. 2 years prior Dennis had voluntarily carried my bike at no charge from LA direct to my doorstep, saving me allot of hassle and money. On Day 7 he was down and out when he got a flat before lunch. I came along and helped him fix it loaning him a dollar to plug his slit tire, a tube and C02 (compressed air) encouraging him to get back on the road. After a quick front brake adjustment and no rear brakes, he was on his way with many miles to go. To my JOY I saw him finish when he simply proclaimed, "thanks, your dollar held up."

I wore all white (for victory) on Day 7 to finish strong into Brentwood. My ensemble was topped off by a pair of white shoe covers another Training Ride Leader, Michael, gave me. They were brand new, and he packed them just for me. I had friends sign my white bike jersey with a black sharpie the night before and that morning; and wrote "RICKY RACOON (misspelled)" on the lower back. I also wore white tennis shorts and topped it off with multiple white pearls (I swear I'm straight) and a white cap for the rest stops (pictures forthcoming). I was greeted by Gia and family, including Susy and Steve for their 2nd times, Anita and Alana, and surprised by Josefa, Doug and Johan. They carried signs that trumped every ones which even made the Day 7 photos on the ALC website - however, Anita also misspelled Raccoon. In my elation, I raised my bike overhead where a professional photographer snapped away asking for my name and city. In my tired state, I said "Hollister" instead of San Francisco. It was one of the best days I've had in my 21 on this ride.

I met many new friends and was reacquainted with others from years past. My ALC BFF's were Griselda, Carla, Sam, Anita C., Melissa along with many others. We laughed, sang and danced all along the way.

There were 2333 riders, 500 roadies (volunteer support staff) and we actually rode 555 miles. We raised 11 million dollars. I shared daily updates with my donors and family using Pinger and had one of the great weeks of my life (especially on my 42nd birthday) and all for a great cause.

Everyone asks, "will we see you next year?" and I when I thought I'd take '08 off, I don't yet know how to answer that.

My First Bike?

This photo was taken around 1975 when I was 10 years old. Mom and Dad would be about 57. I had never seen it before Anita copied the original and gave it to me framed this year.

Someone told me this bike was purple, but the picture makes it look pink. I think it was some combination of the two and I may have inherited it from an older sibling or perhaps our neighbor, Robert Alarcon, built it from parts. I don't really remember it well. Might this have been my first bike? Unfortunately you can barely see that it had the classic banana seat. No complicated brakes or shifters. Just one gear and if you wanted to stop you peddled backwards (this is actually quite popular now, called fixed gear or single-speed bikes with no brakes).

I love this picture, because it brings back a time when most of what I did was ride around town on a bike and hang out. No real worries. Soon I would be working (at age 11).

Now I ride a 20-speed made of full carbon, with racing tires and all the gadgets one could own. Life was simpler then.

I often remember Mom looking like she does here, a bit heavier with the old fashioned glasses and always a comforting. When looking closer, I'm surprised at her clever hoop earrings. Dad looks like the night before might have been a rare poker night at our house. My checkered pants are also a sign of the times.

Anyway, as I embark on yet another journey (AIDS/LifeCycle) tomorrow, I will recall these more freeing times on my bike and remember Mom who I am riding in honor of this year.

Stay tuned for more on The Ride when I return to SF June 11.

Bike Riding in Hollister Hills

What would turn out to be my final "training ride" was a gorgeous stroll into the Hollister Hills with my favorite gal.

We squeezed my bike into Gia's car along with a huge ice chest and our bags. When we arrived in our hometown of Hollister to sunny skies off we went with Gia borrowing her brother Steve's girlfriends bike. She was a trooper on her first ride in awhile on the much heavier mountain bike. The ride amounted to 15 miles including a few small hills and a loop out on Southside Road and Airline Hwy. We peddled up to my family's house as if we'd rode straight from San Francisco to the surprise of some.

Along the way we reminisced about times long past, when all the subdivisions didn't exist. We even rode by cousin Joe and Gae's house, but they weren't home. When riding in Hollister, and especially out near Cienega, I'm always reminded of how beautiful it is and proud to come from such a place.

Sanchez Family Reunion Shines With Color

On Sunday, May 27th the descendants of Mariano and Ceferina Sanchez reunited after nearly 30 years for a traditional family reunion at San Benito Historical Park.

In attendance were representatives from the Sanchez, Warren, Porteur, Hagins and Miguel Families. Unfortunately none of the Cronins (Auntie Judy's family) were able to attend. Each family was designated a color and the sea of red dominated with 43 brightly colored Warrens.

The eldest family member was Auntie Teresa Sanchez (89) with Papa Wes only 8 months behind. The multi-shaded purple Sanchez' were also represented by our late cousin Tom's widow, Jennifer and their children Oceanna and River and her husband John and his son.

The Porteurs, in green, were second in mass and represented well on the softball diamond where mostly Warren's took on the other families. Baron took a moment to properly pronounce the family name, "Pour-tour" before announcing his families 3 generations.

The Miguels looked sharp with Aunt Carmen dressed in shades of orange. Other Miguels were sporty in Giants colors led by Uncle Joe, who had the most poignant moment when he raised his fist proclaiming, "I'm finally a Sanchez." This was apparently in reference to his families status as an equal in the celebration as he was brought up by his Aunt and Uncle following the death of his mother when he was 3.

Looking cool in blue were the Hagins clan smartly led by matriarch Auntie Marian, who proudly announced Mike's fiancee Marilee along with the others. Following her third phase of chemo she was looking good and spoke from the heart when she said, "your parents would be so proud of you all."

Bonny spoke for the Warren's in naming the red mob, which took some time. I'd like to think this was appreciated by a confused 3rd and 4th generation of cousins.

All-in-all, 17 of 31 living cousins were present including Mark, Baron, Renon and Janine; Ken, Peggy, Bonny, Susy, Sean, Cefe, Maria, Kevin, Anita and Rick; Pat and Mike; Joe Jr.

Stay tuned for the next reunion where plans are already underway (see Anita), when we hope to gather even more of the family.

What Makes You Tick?

You've read my posts about AIDS/LifeCycle, biking over 7 sisters/hills, Rayna's pregnancy, Mom's death, Pinger, Nana's cookies, Spain, Josefa's birthday party, The Rev. Rick Warren, American Idol and many other topics.

Now is the chance for you to submit your own thoughts, stories, poems, and photos for me to post here. Be creative, be funny, be serious, be creative but just let me know what makes you tick!

What is Pinger!

My dear ol' friend Jesse (Butch) Green works for Pinger, which is a startup company in Silicon Valley and he put me up to using the service. Many of you will be familiar with my group message to AIDS/LifeCycle supporters or to Warren family messages. The service is really easy to use and essentially allows you to leave voice messages which you pick up on your cell phone or from your email. For many of you the easiest thing will be to listen right on your computer by clicking play. Check it out, I think you'll like it.

For more information go to:
http://www.pinger.com

Please let me know, if for any reason, you would like to be removed from my Pinger contacts.

Final Training Ride of Season: 102 miles

Sunday marked the final major ride of a long start-stop-start again training season. It began with a few small rides at the end of last year, then when my bike was stolen I had a few months off around the beginning of the year. After I purchased my new and improved carbon Felt I was back at it beginning in February. Most of my riding were organized ALC training rides including great biking about San Francisco and through Marin County and nearly always included a pass through gorgeous Golden Gate Park and Presidio National Park. Although fun to meet and be outdoors it can be time consuming and tiring. From preperation the night before including bike maintenence, clothing (laundry) and eating properly to getting up early to post-ride stretching and re-fueling your body.

As The Ride gets closer we tend to do rides of 60-100 miles in March, April and May often on consecutive days. One long weekend I did 140 miles over 3 rides. I skipped several of the longest weekend rides due to my schedule at SFJAZZ where I work many weekends including up until midnight. I was able to lead several rides including one in the Hollister Hills, and the most recent Ben Armstrong Category 2 series to West Marin this last Sunday. This ride is notorious for the Marshall Wall, which is a major climb leaving the Cheese Factory which ends at Hwy 1 near quaint Point Reyes Station. This ride is more difficult then anything one can expect on The Ride itself but adding to it on this particular day were heavy headwinds just as you are climbing and descending the most gruesome part. It was otherwise a gorgeous day, and the views breathtaking. I felt like I was flying with the huge black birds above the slight fog while looking down on the rolling hills and ocean ahead, it nearly brought tears to my eyes. My new riding buddy, Jennifer, wanted me to take her picture at nearly every turn but that may have been an excuse to rest. Never-the-less she promises to send a rare photo of me high above the world. Later we ate BBQ oysters near Tomales Bay before the official lunch stop. Throughout the day I also managed to take in a chai latte, bagel w/cream cheese, chicken salad, a sugar cookie and an ice cream bar - the benefits of being on a bike from 7am-6pm. At lunch I laughed hard when one crazy character proclaimed he was going to blog how proud he was to "WALK Marshall Wall" which he did faster than those trying to ride up it in the wind.

Anyway, as the training season has wound down I feel I'm ready once again and know what to expect. The Ride doesn't get easier but knowing what's ahead is quite the relief and God-willing I plan to ride EFI (every friggin' inch) for the third consecutive year.

Thanks again for all the support, both financially and morally. Listen for voice messages from me during the ride which may appear in your cell phone or via email and feel free to reply to them with messages of support.

COUNTDOWN!

Seven Days on The Ride

AIDS/LifeCycle 6, June 3-9, 2007:

Day 1: SF-Santa Cruz, rise 4:30am head to Cow Palace, mostly along Hwy 1 (perhaps most scenic of all days)

Day 2: SC to King City, artichokes in Castroville (closest to Hollister), strawberry fields, lunch in Salinas, longest day (105 mi)

Day 3: KC-Paso Robles, Quadbuster (the biggest climb), skinny dipping at mile 70-ish

Day 4: Paso Robles-Santa Maria, Evil Twins, rolling hills through "Sideways" wine country

Day 5: Santa Maria-Lompoc, shortest day (42 mi), red dress day, my 42nd bday, talent show night

Day 6: Lompoc-Ventura Beach, candlelight vigil, final emotional night in camp

Day 7: VB - Brentwood (via Malibu, I traditionally dress in beachwear), 2 Schroeters always at finish line, also expecting Gia and Anita + TBA.

Seven Sisters!

On Friday I was pleased to be able to take the day off before working an evening concert. I used it wisely, to tackle what would be the hardest training ride of the season, Seven Sisters, a notorious ride up Mount Tamalpais which I did last year. Known for its brutal switch backs and grueling ascent, and that's before you even get to the Seven Sisters (7 consecutive hills). They can be difficult and wonderful, sometimes at the same time.

Here's what I got to thinking as I ascended each of them:

1 (Peggy), pretty easy-going, not especially difficult to comprehend I was honest and open to it, which helped.

2 (Bonny), got to talking on it and before you knew it time had passed. One would be wise to listen carefully to this sister.

3 (Susy), challenging at times but you ought to be smart on it. You could learn alot on this one.

4 (Cefe), lot's more talking and plenty of laughing, I think the bike was even jiggling a bit.

5 (Maria), notorious hill, full of personality and fun all at the same time...could also be an emotional climb.

6 (Josefa), I felt I had "called" upon this one many times over. The tallest of the hills.

7 (Anita), after quite a gap this hill was not too difficult to compehend. I felt quite comfortable with this final one.

[Dear Actual 7 Sisters: I welcome your comments or remarks on 5 brothers-below]

Susy and Steve Return from Espana!

Steve and I have just returned from our fabulous trip to Spain and since I am less jet-lagged than yesterday, I wanted to let you know some highlights. I want to thank Anita for taking us to the airport on April 25th and picking us up on May 7th. We loved Salamanca, with its beautiful golden stone old buildings everywhere and giant plazas to wander through. We stayed at a convent that was transformed into a very nice hotel. The highlight was renting a car and finding Mancera de Abajo, Nana and Nano's tiny sleepy village, behind Peneranda Brocomonte, itself a small town. We have photos of meeting the cousins, the famous plaza, where Nana flirted with Nano (or many of us would not be here today!) and the river where she washed the family laundry. We were invited to eat a meal in a cousin's home, and I got tears, they cook just like Nana did! They handed us a bag with two boxes of cookies which only later I opened to discover they were montecados (AKA Nana's cookies, bollos, chokers). The heavy rain matched my tears as we drove away, and I felt compelled to call Auntie Marian, who cried to. It felt like the rain was Nana and Mom approving of our adventure.

Love,
Vicenta

Warriors Win Series!

I thought I'd never see it again after being a Warrior fan as far back as can remember. Last night the Warriors, an 8 seed, beat Dallas, a 1 seed. The Mavericks were defending Western Conference Champions and owner of the best record in the league with 67 wins. By comparison the Warriors won 42 after overcoming many injuries plus a big mid-season trade and a hot streak toward the end. Golden State hadn't been in the playoffs since 1994 (13 years ago) and hadn't won a single playoff game since 1991. I was there.

As an employee of Franklin Mieuli & Associates, I had first hand access to the team since Franklin was an owner for over 30 years. I came to San Francisco in January 1989 for a theatre internship and quickly learned I'd need a real job. Six months later I answered an ad in the Chronicle for an "Office Assistant" for a job at The Media Bldg., which sounded good. I knew who Franklin was from my younger years as a sports fan and through my brother Kenny. I worked for FM&A and Hi-Speed Tape for 10 years eventually becoming Office Manager, doing sales and running the sports broadcast operations. One of our biggest clients were the Warriors and I booked all their road radio engineering services as well as local engineers for the visiting teams who came to Oakland.

As a result of this close connection I had access to a press pass, parties and often some great seats. I used to take my brothers, friends and even dates. In those early years we were pretty good, winning 50 games one of those seasons. Franklin sold his final interest in the team around then. Soon we became the butt of the league and were notorious for bad trades and injuries. We couldn't win many to save our lives. I worked for Mieuli's full time until 1999 and later became a consultant, as well as returning twice to help with some transitions.

Today, Franklin still attends games in his familiar courtside seat and I watch from home (sometimes on DVR). As you can imagine, I couldn't be more pleased.

Bring on the next series. Go Warriors! Do Believe!

Susy sends message from the old country

From Anita:
Yesterday I received a call from SUSY in SPAIN. She wanted to let you all know what a great time she is having and really enjoing being in Spain with Steve. Auntie Marian had given her a picture of Uncle Frank in front of a building (house) which belongs to Nana's relatives (I think nephew). The most she hoped for was to just see the house, but instead she ran into many relatives who own a bakery. They were very sweet to her & Steve. So hospitable! They looked at her pictures on her bag I gave her at Christmastime and there was a picture of CEFE. She told them that is "Cefe" named after "Ceferina". They were thrilled and Susy cried. When they left they handed her 2 boxes, which she assumed was pastries but had no idea what kind. When they got back to the hotel at midnight, she opened one up and what do you think was in there:

BOYOS, CHOKERS, Montecados “Spanish Cookie” or “Nana’s Cookies."

She was so thrilled and just had to call me but wanted me to relay the message. I told her to get the recipe, so she told me what they wrote, it was in spanish but read something like "Vino Blanca", "Mantecados", "Azucar", and I'm not sure what else. She did say that they didn't smell like anise or have that flavor so I'm interested to find out where that came from. It's so great. Tradition.

American Idol + PBS = AIDS/LifeCycle

What does American Idol(AI), PBS (for which I occassionally work for SF affiliate KQED) and AIDS/LifeCycle have in common?

Well if you watched AI last night (and I'm not referring to high scoring Denver Nugget Allen Iverson) you may have a hint at that which I speak. During the popular show, featuring the final 6 contestants, dubbed "Idol Gives Back" they showed the plight of AIDS and poverty in Africa and America in a two-hour pledge drive format. Bringing it to you were the likes of Madonna, Bono, Celine, Ellen and even Elvis-who needs a last name with all that star power.

Without the fancy editing and marketing dollars that's essentially what we're doing as participants benifitting the San Francisco AIDS Foundation. Asking for your help here (www.sfaf.org) and in Africa through the Pangaea Global AIDS Foundation.

Did you give your dollars to American Idol last night? If you're answer is Yes, good for you. No? Well then, can I have a few. I'm $900 away from reaching the minimum with one month to go. Please don't let me get "voted" off or I'll be working the plege drive at KQED in early June instead of riding to La-La Land.

Peace & Love,
Rick

THANKS! to my latest ALC donors

Randall K., Founder & Executive Director, SFJAZZ
Gia B., #1 girlfriend
Alicia M., friend from Santa Rosa
Cady S., friend from Mass., SF, NYC
Kyria W., friend from Belden, Calif.
Maureen M., friend from Hollister, SF

Thanks each of you, I couldn't ride without you.
To donate see link to the right: My AIDS LifeCycle Homepage

That Rick Warren vs. This Rick Warren

That Rick Warren...
was born in San Jose, California, in 1954, the son of Jimmy and Dot Warren.

This Rick Warren...
was born 50 miles south of San Jose, California in Hollister, in 1965, the son of Wesley and Romana Warren, who's friend Dot looks alot like she did.

That Rick Warren...
His latest book, The Purpose Driven Life, has sold 25 million copies and is the best-selling hardback book in American history, according to Publisher’s Weekly.

This Rick Warren...
Writes this blog which was described by a friend as "great for your family."

That Rick Warren...
As a pastor, he founded Saddleback Church in Lake Forest, Calif., in 1980 with one family. Today, it is an evangelical congregation averaging 22,000 weekly attendees, a 120-acre campus, and has more than 300 community ministries to groups such as prisoners, CEOs, addicts, single parents, and those with HIV/AIDS. Recently, the church fed 42,000 homeless people – three meals a day – for 40 days.

This Rick Warren...
As a lay preacher, he did reflections at St. Dominics Catholic Church in San Francisco, Calif., in 2004 with 7 other lay ministers. Today, he rides his bicycle and helps train others for AIDS/LifeCycle which raises awareness and millions of dollars annually for the SF AIDS Foundation and the Pangea Global Foundation. Recently, he has become involved with Project Homeless Connect. As of February 2007, 18,486 volunteers have provided services to 18,217 homeless San Franciscans.

That Rick Warren...
Leads the Purpose Driven Network of churches, a global coalition of congregations in 162 countries. More than 400,000 ministers and priests have been trained worldwide, and almost 157,000 church leaders subscribe to the Ministry ToolBox, his weekly newsletter.

This Rick Warren...
Changes churches about every four years. He has been a parishioner and lector at Catholic churches in Salinas, Rohnert Park, Oakland, Mill Valley and San Francisco, Calif. However, his longest stint was with Sacred Heart in Hollister, where he attended grammar school and was a proud "Spartan."

That Rick Warren...
“Movie stars and political leaders aren't the only ones turning to Rick Warren for spiritual guidance. Millions of people – from NFL and LPGA players to corporate executives to high school students to prison inmates – meet regularly to discuss The Purpose Driven Life.”-Time Magazine

This Rick Warren...
Has met movie stars and professional athletes while working in media production. From Willie McCovey to Steve Young and Bonnie Raitt to Gavin Newsom. None of whom have knowingly read his blog.

That Rick Warren...
and his wife Kay are directors of the following non-profit corporate fund streams/assets:
Saddleback Church, with an annual budget of US$ 30 million[9]
Acts of Mercy, which had US$ 8 million ending 2004[10]
Purpose Driven Ministries, with US$ 47 million in gross receipts in 2004[11]

Warren no longer takes a salary from Saddleback Church and repaid all of his salary from the last 25 years back to the church, due to the success of his book sales. He now says he "reverse tithes", meaning giving away 90% of his income and living off of 10%.[12]

This Rick Warren...
asks for your donations of any amount to go to AIDS/LifeCycle 6 in his name. His minimum amount to be able to ride is $2500 by the end of May, 2007. His ambitious goal is $5000. Suggested amounts are $30 (3rd year x $10); $42 (his age on Day 5 of the ride); $100 (because it's round); $250 (if you can afford it); or over $525 which would make you the highest donor.

My AIDS/LifeCycle Supporters!

I'd like to take a moment to point out these outstanding friends and family who have donated on my behalf to the San Francisco AIDS Foundation:

Claire Del Curto, friend and cousin of my girlfriend
Shahera Vernon, eldest niece
Anita Warren, closest sister
Scott Bang, friend
Tony Ureno, high school friend
Josephine & Frank Borelli, Gia's parents
Maria & Marvin Grimsley, Gia's Aunt
Claire Lucas-Warren, only sister-in-law
Terry Bastis, Gia's colleague
Wayne & Catherine Purves, best of friends
Peggy Crawford, eldest sister
Carolyn Hanharan, former co-worker

Thanks so much, your support means the world to me.

If you would like to be listed in the next donor update please click on the LINK to the right: My AIDS LifeCycle Homepage.

Sister Josefa Celebrates 50!

On the last Saturday in March my entire family (sans brother Peter and family, who live in Colorado) gathered in our family home to celebrate my sister Josefa's 50th birthday. Her birth-date was March 19th. Per Joey's request we had traditional dishes which our beloved late Mother served when we were children for special occasions. Think tuna casserole, graduation spread, potato salad w/eggs and homemade cake in large Pyrex dishes. Kevin's large green salad with apples added a modern twist.

Josefa was surprised upon her return home with decorations aplenty including streamers w/records, Elvis posters, childhood photos, dolls (my Dad chose one for each daughter), etc. The decor brightened up several rooms.

Having most of the siblings at home and the next generation in tow was even more than this party animal expected. For the 50's and 60's theme many of us dressed for the occasion. Anita wore an exact replica of one of Audrey Hepburns outfits from "Breakfast at Tiffany's." Maria was in "Grease" clothing as Marty, a Pink Lady. Several had on 50's white button down shirts and jeans. Alana was precious in several costumes from decade's past. Sean's hippy hair and hat was a kick. Gia and I briefly appeared in formal wear for the post-dinner dancing portion.

Many of us played basketball out back as has been traditional for so many years. The unexpected was Johan who at 14 is suddenly 6'2" and proudly going huge to the hoop against his aging Uncles. Only a few bruises, a bloody arm and near heart attack kept us from continuing on through midnight. Soon enough 1 year old Amari will be representing the 4th generation of "Warren" ballers.

The following day was spent at church for Palm Sunday mass with a homily about not complaining. Just what some of us needed to hear. Brunch and more basketball followed.

Celebrations like this allow me to reflect on good times past and remind me of the power of family. As Gia wisely observed, "there's always someone to talk with."

Please contact me for a link to photos on Kodak Gallery.

Ramona A. Warren Memorial/E. coli Ride

I know the title is a bit odd, but allow me to explain. On Friday night I rented a van and took me and my new bike down to Hollister, my hometown. I woke early on Saturday, ate some eggs and toast in my childhood kitchen, tightened a few bolts and headed out on my first bike ride in months. A 42-mile loop via Quein Sabe Road and Hollister Hills.

But this wouldn't be just another ALC training ride in the line of the hundreds I've done in the last three years, no sir. That morning my Dad would explain to me exactly where my Mom was born, we determined it was just beyond DeRose and Pietra Santa Wineries in a small shack they may still be there. Toward the later part of our ride the winery would in fact be a re-group stop for us. We met at my old high school, just yards away from where I ran track and watched so many Haybaler football games. The riders had come from Santa Cruz, San Jose, San Francisco and even Fresno. Most of them would be visiting and riding in San Benito County for the first time. The air was cool and we did our routine stretching, read the rules of the road and went over the route just like any other ride.

But this wasn't just another ride for me. I've been sick, without a bike and without transportation just to get to the big "H". The odds were against me. Determined, I bought a new bike just the day before, began to feel better almost immediately, cleared my calendar and rented a car just in time. When the Training Ride Leaders were introduced and just before we left I paused and told the following story to the group:

'I created this ride on the ALC calendar a year ago with David G. taking over as the point person. He is doing a terrific job beyond me (creating 3 annual rides in '07 - with this being the first). This is my hometown and my Dad and eldest brother live just blocks away. We will be traveling right by where my mother was born, she died last year and this is be my first ride here since she passed and I am riding in her honor (I have a photo of her attached to my bike). For me, this would be anything but routine. I really appreciate everyone coming down and I know you're going to love this ride. I can almost gaurantee you'll see more animals and nearly as many wineries (slight exageration) as you would in Napa.'

One person asked for my Mom's name, and I proudly said, 'Ramona, thanks for asking.'' Later , another rider, struggling up the rolling Hollister Hills told me she was inspired by my mom and it helped her to continue on. Later she would hug me as did others.

We would all meet again in Paicines for our lunch stop where just the day before the spinach ecoli outbreak was linked via DNA testing. It was a national headline story in the tiny town which was now put it unfortunately on the map. And that's just where we were headed. We didn't eat the spinach at the Paicines Market but most did partake in decent burritos and burgers where just feet away was the unusual sight of numerous cars that must have been press covering the big story. There was a buzz in the unlikeliest of all places. And I'm not just talking about a bunch of strange men (and two women) in spandex and bright orange jackets.

Near the half way point a speedy rider not connected with ALC came flying by. We recognized each other as old friends from Hollister, Kevin Colton, and reminisced for nearly an hour about all the mutual friends we had in common and biking in general. This gracious guy was interested in our ride and I got to hear about some of his relatives I know that I lost touch with. It was a pleasant surprise and a part of why I enjoy "going home."

This wonderful day ended with a full meal at David's house with his partner Bill generously staying home cooking all day. Bill is famous for his cheesy bread which I had been thinking about since the year before. Oh, and ahi tuna to-die-for. A great group of tired people reminiscing about the days ride, biking in general, Paicines, Hollister, Ramona and E. coli.

So now you know the rest of the story.

Where Have All the Postings Gone

Some of you might have been wondering what happened to me, where have all the postings gone. Well I'm gonna 'splain Lucy. After another garage break-in, my 1 year old Specialized Rubaix Elite bicycle was stolen in January, right as my training season was beginning. This would be the 4th stolen bike from our garage in about 2 years. We think we've been targeted and have taken precautions each time, but to no avail. This last one really hurt, both in the emotional sense and the pocket book. We've been considering a move ever since (and our building is up for sale).

After the grieving period I began the process of deciding what to do next: buy a new bike, a used bike or dump the idea all-together thinking fate just wasn't with me in regards to training for yet another AIDS/LifeCycle. This delay has put my fundraising needs aside as well, although a few dollars have trickled in regardless, each one motivating me to make my next move. My brother Kevin attempted to loan me a bike he had, but in the end it wasn't a good fit.

While relaxing in Maui and trying to overcome the flu (a cough still lingers), I came to a decision. God willing, I would ride again. I started researching every website, local bike shops and eBay for the perfect bike and best deal I could find. It would have to feel right, work within my budget and come together in time for the final 2 months of training (which is now), or else. In the process I've decided this likely will be my final ALC; and I have other fish to fry in '08 (stay tuned).

I'm happy to report that tonight I bought a new carbon fiber beauty from Sports Basement, a strong supporter of ALC and it's riders. The gorgeous blue Felt 20-speed was on sale and I got a further discount for being an ALC rider. I won't get in to the actual costs, but it was about 40% off to MSRP. Furthermore, I'll get full support for 2 years from the bike techs there and a free bike fit in a few weeks. Important things to consider as opposed to buying online new or used.

As you can imagine I'm as pleased as punch and am readying myself for this weekend's training rides. Next up, the important task of asking for those all important dollars I'll need in order to actually do the ride again. The deadline is coming soon. Stay tuned as we embark June 3rd.

P.S. Happy to be posting again and will keep the updates coming. See my sisters poem below.

"Las Flores Blancas" a poem by my sister Sue

LAS FLORES BLANCAS

I wake up cringing because it is Mom’s first birthday since she died last summer. Her birthday always falls on the first day of Spring.

Downstairs I am greeted by a profusion of new white flowers dotting the dark green bushes that climb the walls outside my kitchen windows. I gasp at this beautiful surprise gift from nature.

My eyes are drawn to them and I sense this confident smiling power above me, like Glinda circling her wand to send snow over the poppies in order to wake Dorothy from a poisoned sleep.

Mama knows her babies are sad today so she asked God if she could be the one to open the buds this first day of Spring.

She opened a hundred white flowers in my garden today. I sense her strong, secure, faithfilled, hopeful presence. I am drawn to look closely at the flowers whose petals are shaped like gently cupped hands, cupped to hold a tiny hurting heart. The petals delicately moving in the warm breeze, beckon me to climb inside and be held and rocked gently until my pain subsides.

I smile at all these flowers, each with the power to soothe me. She wants me to know that she knows I am sad. We are all sad and she sends the lilies of the fields to comfort us and insists we reach for hope and love, as nature insists with new buds that burst through each Spring, no matter how harsh Winter has been.

I was awed by the power the flowers held to draw me in, insist I stop suffering alone, and hold me in their soothing embrace.

One time on her birthday she told me, smiling proudly, “I bring the Spring.” God granted her wish to bring Spring in a brand new way this year.

I wish for you that you find the flowers she sprinkled in your garden today.

VSS
3-21-2007

Third Times a Charm - ALC6

AIDS/LifeCycle 6
545 miles
From the City of St. Francis to the City of Angels
June 3-9, 2007

Dear Friends and Family,

I'm bicycling in AIDS/LifeCycle once again. It's a 7-day, 545-mile journey from SF to LA to make a world of difference in the lives of people living with HIV and AIDS.

When I began this journey in 2005, it had been 20 years since I rode a bike any significant distance. Now, I don’t own a car and ride my bike during the week, on weekends and even to jazz concerts. I thoroughly enjoy being on my bike and it has been life-changing. The extensive training that goes into this ride is an important part of my year. As a Training Ride Leader, I also enjoy helping others get ready for June.

This year, I’m especially excited to celebrate my birthday, Day 5, on Red Dress Day. For me, this is both the most emotional and most fun of all the days. We wear red dresses or dress in red as the route doubles back on itself, which from above creates an AIDS ribbon.

In my third year, I look back at how many miles I’ve ridden (a lot); the great people I’ve met (which is many); the money I’ve raised (over $7K); and most importantly the lives it has affected. It all started as a challenging event to commemorate my 40th birthday.

The ride benefits and is produced by the San Francisco AIDS Foundation. SFAF has been instrumental in the fight against HIV and AIDS since it’s inception in 1984. Today, the organization continues its services to over 120,000 Bay Area residents every year. The foundation even established an affiliate, the Pangea Global AIDS Foundation, which has opened clinics in Uganda, South Africa and Rwanda.

My goal this year is to raise $5000. There is a $5K incentive which is a unique jersey. I plan to coast into Malibu with this special prize and I know with your help I will do just that.

Help me by giving what you can. We'll keep riding until AIDS and HIV are a thing of the past. Thank you for joining me in this journey.

Love and Peace,
Rider #6829

P.S. For more information and to donate online go to my homepage at: www.aidslifecycle.org/6829.

The Passing of Terry Elliott

A friend of the Warren Family, Terry (center in photo), died on January 18th.

Here's what my sister Maria had to say about her best friend:
Terry had all the qualities you'd want in a true friend: caring, giving, trustworthy, honest, sweet, loving and fun! She was always up for going somewhere and loved parties. She was more than a friend. She was family, and us Warrens' "8th Sister". She loved being a part of our family and we loved having her. Her laugh was hearty and she enjoyed even the simplest things. She lived very much "in the moment". She made work fun, and many of her co-worker/friends will miss being energized by her. This angel on earth came into our lives for a reason, and now she is at peace as an angel in heaven. We have pictures and memories to sustain us, and her spirit will live on with us forever.

January 11, 2007

Dear Terry,

I’m so sorry you aren’t feeling much better. I cherish our times together, laughing at David’s memorial BBQ, dancing a little and that beautiful walk we took in the Sacramento Park. We laughed when we swung on the swing and you talked about recovery. I still wish that for you. I so much enjoyed seeing you on Christmas Eve. It was the highlight of my trip and I realized why I quit work, why we made the trip and why it was so important for me to be with my family and to see YOU.

I am so saddened that I never got to say “bye” to my mom or to David. But what’s the purpose of saying “bye?” We live, we learn and we comfort each other. When God put us on this earth, he gives us one thing to do: Love One Another

And that is what you have taught me. Accepting a friend, and accepting another sister. Many people tried to “be in” our family and I was a bit hesitant, but not with you. When I saw you I felt like you were “one of us”. More then that, you are such a good friend to Maria. We all need friends. Tim is my friend, my daughters are growing up and they seem to be better friends now that they are older, but my GIRLFRIENDS mean so much to me.

In your acceptance to be with God, know that CANCER CANNOT Take away our love for you or you for us.

I love you!
“your little sister” -Anita

Read more letter to Terry at: Legacy.com

Niece Rayna Prepares for Motherhood

Here are photos taken today of me in my 9th month. According to our doctor Hayden is right on schedule to be born Feb. 6th but he could come any day. We are really excited!! The photo of me with the stroller is a new gift given today to Hayden by his Grandparents, "Nanna" (my Mom) and "Grandpappy" (my Dad). It was slightly complicated to assemble but we figured it out. I've noticed that on The Baby Story on TLC that almost all new parents can never figure out the stroller assembly. So thank you to my parents for such a practical and necessary gift. We will keep you all posted as the due date gets closer and closer!

Love Rayna, Geoff, and Baby Hayden

I wanted to share these photos and comments from my niece Rayna who know lives near Kansas City, MO. Rayna grew up in San Diego and is the daughter of my sister Susy and her husband Steve. I can recall visiting during her early years and later through her early teens in sunny Southern California. We used to take walks with the dogs, swim and see movies. They didn't have a TV so the usual fall backs weren't there. It was a house of reading, laughing and singing. Rayna has always been great at writing notes and thank you cards. I'll never forget the one that said, "Dear Uncel Rick." Heretofore I'm known by Steve as Uncel. I want to wish Rayna, Geoff and baby Hayden (great name) all the best as the big moment approaches and throughout your lives together. The Warren Family is in need of this joyous occasion after a tough year in '06. I look forward to seeing you all soon.

Training Ride Season Kicks Off!

Today was my first ride of the 2007 season in preperation for AIDS/LifeCycle 6, which is from June 3-9, 2007. I'm quite excited to get back on the bike after only riding to work occassionally and also to see ol' friends I've met in my 2 previous years riding in ALC.

As one the Training Ride Leaders (TRL's) it is my responsibility to help others who are new to become familiar with riding in groups, learning the rules of the road, and to answer questions. Many will have fears and concerns that a veteran rider, with the right sense of patience, can help them with. In a nutshell, we volunteer our time (mostly on weekends from Jan-May) to help others prepare for "The Ride" in June. The ALC "family" really respects the new rider and is well aware of their concerns. Retaining these riders until June as a consequence allows the benefiting organizations to raise much needed funds for HIV and AIDS services. Last year we raised $6 million and this year the goal is $8 million.

What may go unnoticed at times is how by helping others we as Ride Leaders gain so much ourselves. "It is in giving that we receive."

It is also true that when training others, you are not really getting in your own training. When your focus is on the slower rider and answering questions it doesn't allow much space for getting your own training needs met. The trick here is to lead and train seperately but not at the same time. Although riding in general is good exercise regardless.

Today's ride was from Golden Gate Park to Mill Valley. We call it the "coffee run." Overall about 26 miles. Our turn-around point is the Coffee Depot in the town square which is an old stomping ground for my brother Kevin and I during our years living in MV.

Upon arrival I introduced myself to several new riders who were either on their first ALC training ride, or would in short-order be riding over the Golden Gate Bridge for the first time. Along the way I "led" a few young women who were simultaneously nervous, funny and full of questions. We hooted and hollered in the final leg, everyone happy with what they accomplished.

This was also my longest ride since ALC 5 last June and one I secretly was happy to get under my belt. For me the biggest challenge after 2 years is still being prepared in the mornings which includes eating a proper breakfast, filling water bottles, pumping tires and getting my bicycle clothing together (yes, lot's of spandex). However, I'm working on being more prepared the night before a ride.

So the training season is off and running, and soon I'll be actively fundrasing. In fact you can be the first to donate by going to my homepage at www.aidslifecycle.org/6829.

Check back here for updates and my journey to ALC 6 in June.

Wisdom from Mitch Albom

“There’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.”

-Mitch Albom from:
for one more day

A personal story:
Long before Mitch Albom became famous for "Tuesdays with Morrie" and later "The Five People You Meet in Heaven" he was a sports writer in Detroit (and still is) and had his own sports radio talk show. As many of you know, I was in that business off and on for about 15 years. Anyway, we used to be responsible for putting the Detroit Tigers and Red Wings on the air. Occassionally I'd get a call that Mitch was on the road with one of the teams and needed an engineer. I'd book him an engineer and get him on the air in short-order. I never met Mitch or even spoke with him. But when he became a best selling book author I put it all together and in some way like to think I had a hand in it. Now I read all his books, which have each become TV movies. Morrie was played by the late Jack Lemon, also a favorite and someone I HAVE met. His latest book, "for one more day" really struck a chord for me as it focuses on a man's relationship with his dead mother and what would happen if you had one more day.

My Nana Blanket

I just found this poem I had written in 1991:



MY NANA BLANKET

My Nana blanket, it keeps the warmth in site
It falls off my bed just about every nite

Nana knitted it for many days
And I've used it in several ways

The odd colors are brown, green and gold
In my possesion it's 8 years old

Though a graduation gift years after it was made
Mom kept it so the memories wouldn't fade

Done with time, patience and care
Unable to say thanks, it isn't fair

Unique to me, but I'm not the only one
Where Nana-blankets have gone from daughter to son

And when Mom said, "she made this one for you"
Cherish my Nana blanket I must do

- Richard Wesley Martin Warren
5/91

This photo is from Christmas 1991 during our annual Christmas Eve "play." Where I read the poem. I was 25 years old:

"Sibling Poem" by Susy

PROLOGUE TO SIBLING POEM

Today my daughter, soon to give birth to her first was wondering aloud the pros and cons of having more than one child.

Tonight my brother sent me a heartbreaking poem about a deceased one’s first Christmas in heaven. Reading it tears rolled down my eyes and I moaned in sorrow because our mother died a few months ago and we will soon have our first Christmas without her.

My daughter said she didn’t want to referee fighting siblings. But I told her when they grow up, “they’ll have each other”. Our parents told us that too. When you are a kid caught up in a kid world of competition and fighting and scrambling for space and attention, you don’t care. You can’t imagine there will come a day, when you grow up and really need each other, a day when you are glad you “have each other”.

That day has come and it is here now. Although I have long ago become an adult who appreciates her siblings, it is only now that their existence has become crucial to me. Without them I’m not sure I could cope with this overwhelming sorrow of the death of our mother.


SIBLING POEM

It is their sameness that saves me now:
We had the same parents
Grew up in the same house
Sat at the same table for dinner
Went to the same church and school wearing the same hand me down uniforms.

I looked at your face at the funeral and you were broken in pain.
I look at you strangely, how can you be this hurt?
You must have loved her, I know she loved you.
I want to comfort you, and doing so helps me.
Then it is my turn to cry, and you hold me too.

You have the same nose, or mouth, or eyes, or bodytype
Or hair, or skintone or teeth—like his or hers or some combination.
There are many combinations and similarities when there are 12 of us.
12 broken hearts can fill a river with tears.

I walk to the river alone to cry my sorrow
Then I see you on the other shore.
I know your face,
You are the same as me,
Broken in the same place in your heart,
The place reserved permanently for mother love,
Where the one who carried you into life
Has left this life and left you here without her.

If not for the mirror we become for each other
I think I could break
For you are her son
You are her daughter
Your heart is broken like mine
And it is only in turning my head to watch your tear-streaked face
That I can stand still in the eye of this storm.

Because you exactly know my sorrow,
I am not alone on this tenuous land between life and death.
You hold me more to life.
Your sameness in sorrow over our mother
Gives sensation to my numb feet.
Now I feel the ground under me
Dirt: soft and warm then hard and cool.
I bend my knees and let gravity pull my weight down
Where I feel more this earth supporting me.
And then I can breathe more easily again.
You, my sorrowful sibling, are the new ground beneath my feet.

VSS
12-11-2006

My First Christmas in Heaven

I see the countless Christmas Trees, around the world below
With tiny lights like heaven’s stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular; please wipe away your tears.
For I am sharing Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs, that people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can’t compare, with the Christmas choir here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring.
It’s far beyond description, to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me. I see the pain within your heart.
But I am not so far away, we really aren’t apart.
So be happy for me, loved ones. You know I hold you dear.
And be glad I’m spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a special gift, from the heavenly home above.
I send you each a memory, of my undying love.
After all “Love” is the gift, more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important, in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do,
For I can’t count the blessings, or the love He has for you.
So, have a Merry Christmas, and wipe away those tears,
For I am sharing Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.

Dad's First Email

A note dictated by Vin from Dad/Grandpa on his VERY FIRST EMAIL! He says, "maybe last email"...jokes are the best.

I am having a great time at Susy and Steve's-getting spoiled with good food, good exercise and good rest. The weather here has been beautiful-for November-ideal not to hot or cold, and a little shower today clears the air.Kenny, Ricky and I arrived Wednesday night. On the way we did not stop at Buttonwillow like Maria, but stopped at Bakersfield. We were not "stuck" there but went on to San Marcos.Thursday we had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner and get together with the family. Friday we went to the Wild Animal Park and saw lions, and tigers and bears-oh my! At the park heading for the restroom, I saw a girl with a straw hat like Susy was wearing. I put my hands on her shoulders from behind, and it wasn't her! As she turned around, I said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were my daughter". She laughed and the man with her answered, "Everybody says that."We saw King Kong but Fay Wray wasn't with him, so we moved on. Carson and all the kids got a big kick out of the lions, who only had a glass between them (a strong glass, I hope!) Then we went to the Hortons and met little Collin and his mother Robin Wiebe. He's cute as a button with strong Horton hands and legs.Saturday we went to the meditation gardens and meditated alot, and went to the beach and walked alot. Then we went to a Mexican restaurant across the street from the beach. The restrooms said hombres y damas and in my poor Spanish, I figured damas was like the song, "there is nothing like a dame" so the other room must have been for men. (just a little joke).We drank some Mexican beer to help their economy...so we might be emigrating there some day! Later, Kenny, Tim, Rick, Anita took us to Harrahs Indian casino, gambled for two hours, and broke even, which is a big plus! (At least I broke even).Sunday, 9 o'clock we went to a Lutheran service to baptize Collin and met the rest of the Wiebe's. They are not the Walter Wiebes or the Wiebe Hotel (Hollister joke). We met Robin's parents and grandparents who came from Arizona for the baptism. They were very cordial. I told Robin that she was now part of the family. (fortunately or unfortunately). The Lutheran Mass uses the exact liturgical service as the Catholics. After the service I spoke with the minister and told him, "We have more in common than differences". He said, "Yes, you are gradually coming around." Everybody laughed. We went to the French Bakery in Escondido for lunch and met a Phillipino lady that we had just seen at the Lutheran service. Anita said, "We just saw you at the Lutheran service but we are Catholics." She answered, "I am Catholic too but married to Lutheran; two of my sisters are Catholic nuns. I go to his service and he goes to mine." Then we went to a noon Mass at Anita's parish. The Catholic service was longer due to RCIA service for 13 people. We were therefore involved in Church services for 3 hours. I WAS AFRAID OF GETTING THE STIGMATA FROM TOO MUCH RELIGION, SO I CHECKED MY WRISTS. Steve joked that next we could go to a Buddhist service or back to the meditation garden.It was wonderful to see Bonny, John and Brendon; Doug, Joey and Johan (who is 6 feet tall); Dave, Maria and Carson; Susy, Steve, Zac and Stuart; Tim, Anita, David, Samara, Nicki, and Alana; Robin and Collin;NOTHING LIKE FAMILY FOR THANKSGIVING!
Love and Peace to you,
Dad

Thanksgiving Diego Style

Update: Photos are 1) Cardiff by the Sea at sunset; 2) Wild Animals at the Wild Animal Park

Here with sister Maria on Thanksgiving night at sister Vin's in San Marcos. 19 for traditional 'Gammy' style dinner. This morning we played some serious basketball a block from the house. 6' Johan beat his Uncles for the first time in H-O-R-S-E. The meal was served early to accomodate sister Anita going to work, so we ate at 1:30. After some rest (Maria adds, "You! rested - We cleaned") we played kickball which Carson suggested, boys against the girls. Ask us who won. After fun and games we enjoyed sister Bonny's delicious pumpkin pies -- 2 w/ candy pecans & fresh whipped cream. Tomorrow we're going to The Wild Animal Park, including Dad. Most of us will be meeting baby Collin for the first time there. Hope your Thanksgiving was a good one as well.

SFJAZZ bowling tournament CHAMP!

Annually, following the busy month-long San Francisco Jazz Festival, SFJAZZ has a de-brief meeting, burger lunch and bowling tournament. This year was no exception.

Following the de-brief, in which we go over what worked (lot's of applause) and what didn't (constructive criticism) we all enjoy burgers, fries, shakes, etc. at Mo's upstairs from the bowling alley at Yerba Buena Gardens. After a brief delay our group of about 20 took over 4 lanes and randomly competed in good spirits for a few games. After having to leave early the last few years, I settled in and watched as our Communications Associate, Rob, hit a game 1 high of 138. That moderate score was the one to beat.

After some more laughs, and falls to the floor we stumbled on. In my second game I scored 152 which then became the new score to beat. A few were threatening in their 2nd attempt including Randall, our Executive Director, who kept a close eye on me. In his final frame he only needed a strike or spare plus 2 for the win; and as his nature would suggest he knew exactly what he needed. He missed his spare and I was crowned with the high score...with my the modest score. Today, I threatened to wear a bowling shirt with "CHAMP" in cursive above the pocket but feared being labeled "the most competitive person in the office" again.

Bonny on being a Grandmother

I am overjoyed at being a Grandmother to Jade Brie Wear who is 17 months old. Two years ago we went to dinner in Los Angeles with Brian & Santa. We picked them up and they presented us with a poem in a picture frame for the first picture when their first child would be born in April or May of 2005 and was I excited to hear the news. In December of 2005 we went to Kailua & Honolulu for a 3 week visit. Santa went to get a ultrasound and Brian & I were in the room when we saw that it would most likely be A GIRL! To see her in the womb in excellent condition as Santa was 5 ½ months along brought tears to our eyes. When Jade was born on April 20th of 2005 at 8lbs. 3 ozs. and healthy after Santa had PUPPS disease and had to deliver 10 days early, was such a relief. When went to Hawaii when Jade was one month and stayed 2 weeks and upon seeing my precious Grand-daughter for the 1st. time at the airport was full circle remembering Brian's birth 35 years before. Even though we live so far away, Brian & Santa E-mail pictures every week. We call each other often and Jade listens to my voice. I say this is Grandma Bonny and I hear her chuckle on the phone. She is a beautiful and has such a cute personality. We are planning to visit in January or February of next year in Lanai to see my special princess of a Grand-daughter!
Love,
Sister Bonny

Grandma from Rochelle

Photo collage by Rochelle.

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Sister Bonny helps welcome in new life

When John was in the hospital I spoke more Spanish in 4 days that I have spoken in years. A young Mexican couple aged 24 & 22 were having their first baby and she arrived at 5AM and delivered at 11:10 PM. In the middle of that day I saw the new mother-to-be and said if my Mom could have 12 children you can have your first child. She passed away in July and she will guide you along with my wonderful brother-in-law David who worked with pregnant teens in a Continuation High School. I visited with the family speaking in English & Spanish and was with the family when baby Camilla was born and I saw her birth pictures. We all danced and sang Feliz Cumpleanos! The 4 year old cousin Andres wanted to sleep in his "comfy bed" and I said I do too after spending 2 nights on 2 chairs next to John. The next morning I visited the new parents with the baby who was 6lbs. 4 ozs. and gave them a card and a pink teddy bear holding a blanket from the gift shop. They were so excited about their new daughter and I was too being a part of a new life. I think I missed my calling as I worked as a Ward Clark at Hazel Hawkins Hospital when I was a Gavilan College on the week-ends which I loved. Take care and thinking of all of you and especially Mom.

Love,

Sister Bonita (#2 1/2)

No Rest for the Weary

I've been too busy to post to my blog of late. In the midst of the 24th annual San Francisco Jazz Festival, while simultaneously working at KQED more of late, I have little time for much else but work work work. Today, my only day off from The Festival, I did a full shift at the Q, as we call it. It hasn't been all bad I've been lucky enough to witness some genius musicians, included the great latin showman Arturo Sandoval as well as Sonny Rollins and many others while on breaks. Honestly though, when asked about the music I often admit that I am too busy working to actually enjoy it, even if I hear a song or two it's with my mind elsewhere usually. Our concerts range from intimate solo piano concerts to full fledged jazz funk bands like Meshell Ndgeocello.

Back at it for week 3 with 11 concerts in 5 days, I have something to do with each of them, but will be physically working the Front of House for 8 of them including a rare appearance by Alice Coltrane, John's widow.

The Festival ends Nov. 12, and I look foward to a few days off after where Gia and I will get away to a secret location followed shortly after by a trip to San Diego for Thanksgiving weekend with my Dad and brother Ken. Looking foward to seeing family and going to a warmer climate, as the winter has seemed to arrive today in SF, just after the time change.

Halloween will include a staff meeting, production meeting, basketball game (I'm in a league now) and maybe a quick visit to nearby Castro Street to gawk at the 10's of thousands of revelars.

Josefa connects with Delilah re: Mama

My Mama died. I am one of 12 kids. She was 88. She died peacefully at home. I took care of her the last weekend of her life. My Dad is alive. The greatest gift my mother gave me is to reach out and help others even if you are down. She also taught not to be judgemental and accept others differences no matterwhat. We all miss Mama and all came together to celebrate her life with a wonderful rosary, mass and party afterwards. All her relatives were there. Her only sister just recently overcame cancer but still came to see Mama almost everyday. DELILAH I WANT TO THANK YOU BECAUSE LISTENING TO YOUR SHOW EVERY NIGHT HAS HELPED THRU THIS GRIEVING TIME. Right now I am telling all my sibs about your show. I lost my voice 4 days ago due to grief and talking, I want my father Wes to know that he did a great job taking care of Mama as did all my bro and sisters who came to help. My brother Kevin came every week for 3 to 4 days. He is so sweet and we all love him for making Mamas life so comfortable up to the end.
Thanks, Josefa Ruth Warren-Snider Number 8

Josefa,
I am so very sorry for the loss of your sweet Mother. I know how hard it is to say goodbye to someone you love so much. I pray that the Lord will send His angels to comfort you and to guide you through the grieving process.

I pray that with every day and with every step you take, you will begin to have peace in your heart and a smile on your face as you think of special memories you shared with your precious Mama.

May God bless you and heal your heart as you wait for the day He returns to renite us all with our loved ones.

Delilah

www.delilah.com
1-88-633-5452

Jazz Festival starts

Today is the start of the 24th Annual San Francisco Jazz Festival and runs through November 12. The fall festival is the trademark event of SFJAZZ. There have been several name changes to the festival and the organization, including Jazz in the City. We have volunteers who go back to the early years. Randall Kline is the Executive Director and Founder.

I am the Volunteer Coordinator and Sr. House Manager. Since we don't use any one venue (concert hall) there are alot of logistics that go into presenting the shows; and much of that is my job. I am responsible for the Front of House which includes scheduling volunteers (about 250), coordinating with house managers and venue contacts and working with the artists or their managers to arrange merchandise sales. Our Production Manager, Cecilia, handles the Back of House or everything that is on the stage. Each Tuesday during the festival I run the production meetings where all the information we've collected from departments is outlined and we make sure we're all on the same page. This weekend we have five shows in three days. Next week we have nine shows in five days. So one has to be ahead of the game. I've been assembling this miscellaneous information and scheduling volunteers for about three months. One season tends to either run into the next or overlap, as we just completed our free summer series. SFJAZZ presents about 100 shows a year.

On my mind today is our opening day concert with the SFJAZZ High School All-Stars, a free noon concert in Union Square. This will be followed by meetings, phone calls and the volunteer orientation at 6pm where new and lapsed volunteers will gather to get general information and be able to ask questions. It's going to be an especially busy day.

The pay-off of all this work is going to the concerts where I serve as the Front of House Manager for most shows, about 30 out of 35 concerts. I dress in a suit and tie, so I've gotten my shirts pressed in advance and organized a growing tie collection. At the shows I work with the volunteers I've scheduled, where I get to see all the familiar faces. We also present about 8 special events before or during the shows with wine and cheese which I help manage.

Hope you can come out the festival sometime. The website is www.sfjazz.org

Trenton the Banana Slug/Operations Manager

Last Christmas I was lucky enough to pick my nephew Trenton's name as a secret Santa. He had recently moved to Santa Cruz to attend UCSC (the Banana Slugs). After his girlfriend moved out she told me he needed a few basic things so I bought him some towels, a hamper and a Banana Slug cap.

Nearly a year later we caught up at a local ice cream shop where he ordered (grandpa) Wes' favorite: a chocolate malt. Gia joined us and we each had a humble ice cream cone. This reminded me of the time that Kevin and I took Trenton to San Diego for Anita's wedding and stopped in at a country cafe. Telling him he could have anything on the menu he surprised us by ordering the 2 by 2 by 2 by 2 which Kevin and I each startingly realized was 2 eggs, 2 sausages, 2 bacons and 2 pancakes. The waitress asked if wanted 2 orange juices, and the way I remember it he just said, "yes." LOL. Good times! Later that weekend Kevin and "T" drove home in Steve's old Honda Civic and affectionately named it the "shakey mobile."

Trenton's current car looks shakey too, but he claims it's in good running order, just without a front bumper.

After Trenton got off work last Sunday night we were able to relax at the ice cream parlor and converse about life, work and studies. Finding out that he is deep into computer programming and has a background from junior college in Sacramento in a different platform than what he's been offered at U.C. He's managing to wing it and learn the new platform while working full-time at 24 Hour Fitness as a Operations Assistant. He currently has Friday's and Saturdays off. The company is trying to find a way to promote him to Operations Manager where he'll have more responsibilities regardless of his school load. The District Manager made it clear that he's far more equipped than the last few managers he's worked for.

Good luck to Trenton and keep drinking those Wes malts you Banana Slug!

"The Hand" by Nicki Horton

Life starts with a baby and ends with a tear
It goes by so fast that you’re overcome with fear

You’re happy you’re sad
You’re mad you’re glad
You think life couldn’t get this bad

Then a hand is set upon your shoulder
Knocking your fears away like a giant boulder

A river washes all your troubles away
Sending them out your opposite way

This hand watches over you
It sees everything you do

This hand may take the ones you love
And store them up way above

It may have been your friend, child, or wife
But trust me their leading a way better life

This hand brought them to where they should be
Which is watching over you and me

Now are you getting what I'm trying to say?
So pay attention each and every day

You know who the hand belongs to
The one who created me and you

-Nicki Horton (my niece, age 12)

Isolation

It's 1:30 in the morning following a Friday night. Gia is in isolation for Radioactive treatment and I'm at her sister's; not far from home. Who is the one isolated? She's told to keep a distance from others, especially pregnant women and children. One may have brief contact, just not prolonged or too close, but Gia refuses to allow me or others to take any chances. She's been sick all day. Tomorrow should be better and by Sunday we hope she's well and able to eat normal foods again. It's been weeks of cooking at home, no salts, no dairy and more dishes than we care to remember in our small kitchen without a dishwasher.

Now that the landlord has called a halt to construction that went on right next door and delayed the water being shutoff until Monday, we're hoping Gia will get some rest and peace. Their tarp still remains in the hallway, a stark reminder that they aren't finished yet. The Netflix movies keep coming, but Gia's not up for them. My choices of the "7 Up" documentary series and "Angels in America" aren't appealing, but neither is her main stays of Oprah or Dr. Phil, nor the new Ray Lomantagne or Christina Aguliera CD's. Nothing seems to satisfy when you're sick. But like her surgery in April, this too shall pass. I am reminded of last summer when my ankle was the size of a softball, but that's wasn't nearly as bad as repeated hospital visits.

Following in the footsteps of Mom's death life has continued to challenge this year. But the glass is half full, the weather is beautiful and tomorrow I'll have lunch with my favorite nephew (no offense to Brian, Brendon, Trenton, Johan, Quinlan and Carson). And soon my baby and I will be together again, and the tears and isolation will cease.

Don Kimball dies

Why am I sharing this news on my blog?

At one time Fr. Don was someone I looked up to very much. A charismatic priest with an uncanny ability to remember virtually everyone's name and inspire the youth of the Catholic church like no other I knew. A DJ and radio personality he used modern music, interesting stories and motivating lectures on a circuit that included the entire nation. I first met Fr. Don when I was only 11 or 12 as he came to Monterey Diocese alot in the 70's. Later in the mid-80's I happened to attend Sonoma State and his Cornerstone Media was a long bike ride away in Santa Rosa, so I became part of the core team while a Jr. in college. The next year, my last, I worked for the company (@ $5 an hour) on brochures and was the designated computer person. Don affectionately named the computer hard drive, "Rick." Soon I was doing radio spots and they were being distributed nationally. I was the first team member to voice for his "One on One" radio show. My topic was on teen suicide, using modern music. I worked under Anna Scally and met many new friends who were either in High School or College. Don was travelling alot and was hard to pin down. My admiration waned over the years, and we had one significant run-in before I graduated and left the area. I had previously imagined travelling the circuit as a junior Don Kimball, but that wasn't in the cards. Thank God.

Many years later it was revealed that Don was stripped of his collar and accused of molesting many young people. I am not one to pass judgement but I have to believe this is no misunderstanding. A flawed man, Kimball had many qualities we looked up to. But apparently, with his volital personality and a pension for drinking wine, he had a very dark side. It came to haunt him so many years later and he was convicted of sex abuse, and soon went on Connie Chung's show to profess his innocence. The U.S. Supreme Court overturned his case due to a statute of limitations law, and he did only 10 months for striking a photographer. A link to the whole story is below.

I have no tolerence for sexual predators. I believe that you can not trust everyone. Priests included. However, it is my belief that many priests are among the most understanding and giving people I've known. And yet I would never condone anything Don did, I am sorry for what become of him. How sad, and yet what a relief.

Ex-priest Kimball, convicted in sex abuse, found dead
Body of former Sonoma County youth minister found in Windsor town house
9/16/06
By MARY CALLAHANAND GUY KOVNERTHE PRESS DEMOCRAT
Donald W. Kimball, the charismatic Catholic youth minister convicted of molesting a 13-year-old girl, was found dead at a Windsor town house early Friday, police said.
See story below

Ride #1: Mill Valley Coffee Run/BBQ

Sue, Russ, Jeanne, Lilia, David, Mark, Kate, Kurt, Kim, Courtney, Julie, Rowdy, Emily, Hillary and Susan. Just a handful of ol' friends I got to see on the BBQ/Thank You ride this Saturday. Seeing all those familiar faces, whom I missed since last June, was such a comforting way to "start" the season. Officially we'll kick off the season in mid-October, and I may not ride too regularly until November, truth be told. After 2 years of training for 6-9 months each year I've determined that 6 is about enough for me. I recommend more for newbies, and especially those who don't ride a bike to commute or are just beginning to ride period. Two such young women I came to know yesterday when Russ introduced me joking, "Rick, you like pretty women - why don't you meet these two young ladies." Turns out Britney and Ilene were in fact as new as can be. Neither of them really having ridden a bike much, they were embarking on the beginning of what is sure to be an incredible journey. One that takes courage, strength, perserverance, fundraising, money and the ability to down right enjoy yourself. Britney is the more outgoing of the two, and was riding a gorgeous new road bike that she had purchased awhile back but hadn't ridden much. Ilene was on a slightly old school road bike that I believe she enherited from a friend. Her bike failed her toward the end of the 20 mile journey, when her peddle came off. Fortunately I was able to adise a visit to Mike's Bikes, as it happened right in front of there. Her part was rare and not available in the store but after some debate the mechanic rigged a shorter crank. We soon nicknamed her "I-Lean" and we were on our way over the Golden Gate Bridge once again, just in time for the BBQ and meeting up with old (and new) friends with hotdog, hamburgers and a raffle to boot.