Twins separated at birth…a wild story

Okay, many of you may have heard this story already, ’cause it is kind of an old one, but it’s new to me and I thought it interesting enough to share.

Recently Jack Yufe passed away. Jack Yufe, “Who’s he?” you say. He is the identical twin of Oskar Stohr, both born in Trinidad in 1933. The exceptional thing about these twin’s story is not only the fact that their parents separated them when they were only six months old, Jack staying with his father and Oskar staying with his mother, but also the fact that despite polar opposite upbringings, they had remarkable quirky similarities.

Jack was raised by his father in Trinidad, where the two were born, and Venezuela. He served in the Israeli Navy, worked on a kibbutz in Israel and eventually settled in San Diego, California. Oskar was taken to Germany by his mother, baptized Catholic by his maternal grandmother, and served in Hitler’s Youth. It occurred to them later that if they had ever met on the battlefield they may have killed one another. How freaky, and sad, is that!

They met briefly in 1954 at the urging of their mother, Leisl, but having nothing in common, due to the different ways in which they were nurtured or raised, parted ways after a week, only keeping in touch over the subsequent years with holiday cards. When Ona, Jack’s wife, read an article about a twin study at the University of Minnesota in 1979 she encouraged Jack and Oskar to volunteer, in hopes they’d develop a closer relationship. They agreed and reunited at an airport in Minneapolis.

When they met again, the physical similarities were quite astonishing…both had mustaches; both wore glasses, rounded at the corners; and both had receding hairlines. Even the clothes they wore were similar, blue shirts with epaulets. Through the study they found other similarities….same gait in their walk, both loved butter and spicy food, both flushed the toilet before and after using it, both read the ending of books first, both wrapped their writing utensils with tape to get a better grip and both spoke at exactly the same rate, albeit in different languages. Classic example that gives credibility to the argument of predetermined characteristics that make you who you are, despite crazy different childhood environments. A documentary was made called Oskar and Jack, although it’s a German film and I couldn’t find it anywhere on Netflix etc…

So, in spite of the fact that they would not have ever been “friends” growing up due to their contradictory upbringings, ultimately they could not deny their unmistakable similarities. I just thought it was a fascinating story to share. Know any twins? They can be part of the study here!

You cannot direct the wind, but you can adjust the sails!

R.I.P….Doug Tompkins

“Happiness comes in a lot of different forms. Money’s not really important. You don’t need it to go kayaking.”….Doug Tompkins 1987

He was probably one of the first mentors that I had and looked up to. Yeah, he was also the guy that I made reference to in an earlier post…but he was awesome! Doug Tompkins died this week in a kayak accident and I really felt a sense of loss, personally and for his family. I loved working with and for him at Esprit. As a young 21-year-old he made me feel like I mattered at work…which translated to my life in general. I didn’t realize until this week that he was almost 20 years older than me. When I worked for him he just seemed so cool….he loved everything Italian..it was like the second language at Esprit. How lucky to have known him, seen his work ethic, seen how he treated his employees and seen how generous he was to his employees. Together, with his wife at the time, Susie, they made coming to work so much fun. They were ahead of their time….aerobic classes at lunch time, one of the original Perrier running courses next door in the park they bought (including a grass tennis court) and a gourmet on-site cafe for employees….not to mention 50% off wholesale prices at the employee sales..oh, I had so many clothes back then! If you have the time, here’s a 1987 Washington Post article that gives you a sense of their Esprit vision. ….if you have more time this is a really good, comprehensive article about Doug’s life since he & Susie divorced and sold Esprit. An amazing man who loved life and wanted to leave this earth a better place than when he arrived. R.I.P. Doug…you will be missed by many.

You cannot direct the wind, but you can adjust the sails!

Mendocino Memories

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I took a quick trip up to Mendocino during my week-long Thanksgiving break, stopping along the way to see my friend, Vicki, in Carmel. I hope you’ll enjoy the journey…through my pictures and a few descriptions thrown in….

IMAG5572_1First day…view from Carmel beach

IMAG5574The perfect start to my visit with Vicki

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IMAG5583_1Adorable place we ate in Carmel Valley Village. I always hang out in Carmel-by-the-sea,
but this little village to the east is quaint, with some cute restaurants
and shops (note to self…must go back!)

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Day 2…Wowza…from the stunning fall colors of the grape vines to the
majestic redwoods it was a gorgeous drive!

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Patterson’s Irish Pub in Mendocino…pub food and football…
as the fog rolled in off the water.

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cute homes abound…with a few very beach-y run down ones thrown in.

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Pt. Cabrillo light at sunset…right next door to my Airbnb abode

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the view of the coast from my bedroom…not too shabby!

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there were deer everywhere…literally had to drive super slowly
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Day 3…Eggheads Restaurant in Ft. Bragg, just 10 minutes north. I wasn’t crazy about the town, but this was a nice stop for breakfast that my Airbnb host recommended. The whole theme is centered around the Wizard of Oz.
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…then back down the coast to Pt. Arena lighthouse
where they have cottages to rent too!

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there’s a little town called Irish Beach on the way to Pt. Arena…
the Irish are everywhere!

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Back in Mendocino for a yummy bowl of clam chowder for dinner..sitting on the deck at
Flow Restaurant, the only restaurant with a view of the beautiful coast,
enjoying the changing temperature.

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Day 4…down to Paso Robles, with a quick stop in Alameda…more beautiful vines abound!

IMAG5666Day 5..good morning Paso Robles…time to head home for Thanksgiving.

I’m so glad I took this quick trip. I was able to get an abundance of Fall colors, learned all about the pleasures of Airbnb and discovered the world of podcasts.IMAG5595_1

You cannot direct the wind, but you can adjust the sails!

Frank’s RedHot Buffalo Chicken Dip

This is a sinfully delicious recipe that’s perfect while watching those Sunday football games!

INGREDIENTS

8 ounce package of cream cheese, softened
1/4 cup ranch salad dressing
1/4 cup blue cheese salad dressing
1/2 cup Frank’s RedHot buffalo sauce or equivalent
1/2 cup crumbled blue cheese (or mozzarella)
2 cups shredded chicken meat from a fully cooked rotisserie chicken (you can use the canned chicken too)

DIRECTIONS

Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees F. In a deep baking dish, together all the ingredients.

Bake uncovered for 20-25 minutes, until the dish is heated through. Serve with crackers, pita chips, sliced bread or vegetables.

NOTE: Depending on your tastes and the ingredients on hand, you can use 1/2 cup ranch or blue cheese salad rather than 1/4 cup of each. Similarly, you can mix blue cheese and mozzarella, or use portions of each.

I don’t think there are any calories in this either, so Bon Appetit!

You cannot direct the wind, but you can adjust the sails!

My leap into the AirBnB world

Imagine this…..you’re sitting in a complete stranger’s living room, having just met them 2 1/2 hours ago and you are completely at home, un-self-conscious and comfortably chatting away with your new acquaintance/friend. I did just that last week as I made an impromptu trip up to the Mendocino coast in Northern California.

I was reading an article in some magazine a couple of weeks ago (around Nov 9th) about Mendocino and recalled how much I loved it the two times I’d visited with the was-band. I had the entire Thanksgiving week off and thought, what the hell, take a road trip. I’ll do a post of pics on the quaint hamlet of Mendocino in the future, as well as Carmel Valley Village, but this post is about spontaneity, and becoming an Airbnb convert! I planned and booked everything in a couple of days and left on Nov 20th.

I’ve rented apartments all over the world through VRBO, done home exchanges and would highly recommend both. My kids & friends have both done Airbnb, but I’d never booked with them. I’ve had an account for awhile, but opted for VRBO in the past because I was renting an entire place, not just a room. It seems a little scary, as a single woman over 50, just plopping yourself in someone else’s home, but, again, what the hell! It’s cheaper and why not meet new people along the way. I was not disappointed!

I checked out my Mendocino options on Airbnb and found “cozy cottage,” which sounded like just the place. My host could not have been nicer. She welcomed me into her home, showed the rooms available to me (living room, kitchen and my bedroom) and we sat down to share a bottle of wine. It’s amazing how much we shared in a matter of minutes…and then hours. What an interesting life she’d led….choreographer, producer, jewelry designer & world traveler…in her 71 years. It was off to bed for me and she stayed up and watched a movie. I wear ear-plugs to bed so I never heard a thing. I was up & out early, spending the day exploring a few coastal cities, but looked forward to chatting with her again that evening. Probably the most surprising thing for me was how comfortable it was just sitting in her living room reading, while she assembled some of her jewelry that had sold at a recent show. Sure, I could have holed-up in my room, but I would have robbed myself of a great experience and great new friend….that ended up not-scary at all.

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The view from my room

The next day was another early up and out to head down south to my second Airbnb experience in Paso Robles at “inviting ranch home.” I stopped in Alameda to see and have lunch with my friend MK at one of our favorite restaurants, Burma Superstar. If you’re ever in Alameda you have to go! …there’s also one in Oakland and San Francisco. After a lovely, quick visit I continued on to Paso. I didn’t get there until 4:30, my host didn’t get home until 5:30ish and I was only spending one night there. It had been a long drive and day, but we sat and chatted while we each ate our dinners and then I retired a bit early to my room to watch the recorded Dancing with the Stars finale show that I had missed the night before. (There was no wifi or cell service in the Mendocino house, so I had some catching up to do with emails, etc…) Although I didn’t get as much time to chat with her as my Mendocino host because I was so tired, I definitely wouldn’t hesitate to stay with her again as she was a nice interesting person who collects antiques….which I love.

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good morning Paso

So…my synopsis of the whole Airbnb experience? Not scary, you can engage with your host as much or as little as you desire, and I think I’d like to try being a host too…maybe just once a month for a weekend? Both women said they met some really interesting people from all over the world and that’s something I’d love. A few things I learned for next time….

  • Be clear on your approximate arrival time. I told both hosts that I’d call when I was about an hour away. That doesn’t quite work in all places, since there was no cell service west of the 101 freeway on my way to Mendocino and I had to go to a coffee shop to use their wifi to figure out logistics. It was just kind of irresponsible of me to think someone would just be sitting around waiting for their guests arrival….it’s not a hotel! (I knew there was no wifi in her house, but if that’s important to you, make sure to check the fine print and house rules.)
  • I’d probably bring some groceries and maybe cook. I wasn’t sure how it all worked, but both women gave me carte blanche in their kitchens. Of course I wasn’t in either place long enough to do much cooking, but I got a feel for how the process works (I kind of thought maybe you just go to your designated room and didn’t interact much with the owners…wow, was I wrong!)
  • I think I’d stay longer in one place to really get to know my host. They were both so nice and it’s hard to get to know someone and still explore your chosen vacation spot.

This was a quick getaway and I’ve learned that I love the Airbnb idea! Just the thought gets my mind thinking of where to go next!

You cannot direct the wind, but you can adjust the sails!

…off topic, but my family Thanksgiving was FAB…I hope yours was too!…a couple of pics….

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Happy Anniversary…and Happy Thanksgiving!

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Little Hosmer Pond, Craftsbury, VT….just because it’s beautiful and peaceful

I was just looking back at this past year of blogging and realized that my very first post was a year, and a couple of weeks, ago…11.12.2014. It’s kind of weird, but I don’t think I consciously meant to click the “Publish” button on that specific day….the day after what would have been my 30th wedding anniversary…11.11.2014. When I think about it now, though, I’m sure it was somewhat intentional, if not subliminally, to start a new chapter and really feel like I’m moving forward with my life.

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It was fun to go back and reflect on my adventures, realizations, and the gratitude I truly feel for the life that’s been given to me. Sooooo, happy blogging anniversary to me! I hope my adventures continue, that there’s always something to write about and that hopefully, in some small way, that the attitude I put forth helps others to appreciate everything they have…family, friends and this amazing life!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

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Throwback to one of the original Raab Thanksgivings

You cannot direct the wind, but you can adjust the sails!