Gretchen’s Automotive, August 11, 2016

Back in the spring of 2002 I had gotten myself out of debt and had accumulated enough cash that I could actually think of making a down payment on a house. I drove my car up to the Mt. Baldy ski area for a day hike, and when I returned to my car it would not start. Having no other options available I had it towed in to the nearest Pep Boys. They checked it, said the timing belt had failed, and replaced that. Since they were already working on the car (1995 Dodge Neon Sport Coupe) I also had them do a tune-up on the car.

Fast forward a couple of days, and on my way home from work there was a loud bang and a lot of smoke from the engine compartment. On investigation it turned out that one of the spark plugs had blown out of the engine, an event that ruined the engine and required me to spend almost $3000 to have it replaced. That both set me back a bit on my plan to move to Long Beach and highlighted the importance of having a mechanic and a repair shop that one can trust.

Happily, just a few months after I moved to Long Beach one of my good friends, Todd Kelm, opened up a repair shop in town and I was his very first customer. Since then I have had an easy answer to any question about where to go for automobile service, and that answer is Gretchen’s Automotive. Yesterday I needed to take my car in for routine servicing. I arrived at 7:30, had to wait about 10 minutes until the service writer appeared, left the car, went for a walk, and got a call just after 10 letting me know that my car was finished; that kind of service turnaround is par for the course at Gretchen’s. When I was still working I would drop my car in the morning and would be given a ride to work on the other side of town, and when it was done I would be picked up and delivered back to the shop. That kind of service makes life much easier!

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When Todd’s not out tooling around in the Gretchen’s racing boat, a boat which has done quite well over the years in the Catalina Ski Race with Todd at the helm, he runs a very tight ship at Gretchen’s. The shop is thriving, and the reason for that success is the repeat business generated by the friendly and reliable service it provides. It’s great to have a master mechanic in the family!

 

Change vs. Transformation, August 9, 2016

It’s been a frustrating week or so since I returned from my road trip! When I left I had gotten myself into a very positive routine. My daily practice was consistent and DAILY, my activity level was high (goal: be active until I fall into bed, exhausted), and my eating was very much under control, with my weight moving slowly down toward levels I haven’t seen since my 30’s. Since I returned, though, it has been really difficult to get back in that groove. I pushed it too hard on the first day back and over-stressed my knees, which are still recovering, and since then my afternoon naps have been stretching from 20 minutes to an hour and a half, I have developed more of an affinity for melting into the couch (the Olympics do not help in that regard), and worst of all my sweet tooth and my lust for bread have gotten the better of me (very sad face emoji here) and the daily tale of the scale has not been a happy one.

Then today someone posted a meme on Facebook that had this quote from Iyengar:

“Change leads to disappointment if it is not sustained. Transformation is sustained change, and it is achieved through practice.”

Given my current state of affairs this quote resonated with me, and I now see the reason for my frustration/disappointment. I also see that there is a cure, and that is to just get back on the wagon and keep on pressing forward. Transformation is a process, not a place, and if we discontinue our practice we get stuck in a place; a changed place, but a place nonetheless, and disappointing if ones objective is transformation!

I am happy to report that today matched up better than the last few. I did my full morning practice, rode my bike to the gym for a yoga class, rode to my mat Pilates private with Stephanie (usually on Friday, but Stephanie is going out of town), took the long way home on the bike (total for the day 22 miles), and did a much better job of keeping that sweet tooth under control! Still a bit heavy on sitting on the couch time (damn you, Olympics), but nothing that a late afternoon walk couldn’t have cured. The process continues!

Yoskay Yamamoto, August 4, 2016

When I am at Steelhead and have been sitting for a while, my habit is to get up, walk around the corner to the parking lot, and do a bit of stretchy flow. There has always been a plain white wall, which I have used as the backdrop for a short video. I went out today, though, and this is what I saw…

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Actually, I didn’t see all of it as there was a car parked in the spot next to the handicapped spot. I went back in to grab my phone, and as luck would have it as I looked for a good position that car left. In the corner you can see the credits…

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The name yoskay Yamamoto jumped out at me, and I recalled that he was the artist for the indoor wall mural pictured below …

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That mural appeared seemingly overnight on the wall of the Fox Coffee House on Willow in Wrigley. The Fox is another one of my hangouts, and they are a valuable community resource. There are open mic’s on Thursdays and Saturdays at 6:30 pm, and they are usually well attended by talented and interesting people, so you can hear some music AND see Yoskay’s work! Wow!

I have only the briefest of excursions into Yoskay’s website, but that was enough to impress me greatly in terms of quality, presentation, and quantity. Definitely worth further exploration!

My Body Mechanic, August 3, 2016

My body is very different than it was 5 years ago, or even from where it was 6 months ago. I have shed 60 pounds, remediated a foot problem that had hobbled me for more than 10 years, and made tremendous advances in core strength, flexibility, and stability. I have not accomplished all of that alone, and in fact all along the way I have availed myself of the services of experts in various fitness regimens. In short, I have assembled a team, known henceforth as “John’s Team”, and one of the purposes of my blog is to highlight those individuals who both currently and in the past have made valuable contributions to my progress.

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I was looking forward to an appointment that I had with one of those team members, my body mechanic Donna Place from Long Beach Gyrotonic, for this past Monday, but she had gotten overbooked. Fortunately, though, she was able to squeeze me in for an appointment today. Donna knows the body inside and out; she knows what’s in there, how it all hooks together, and things that can be done to correct existing problems and prevent future issues. Donna has certifications in Pilates, Dance, and Gyrotonics. She teaches Kinesiology at Orange Coast College and also is a trainer of prospective Gyrotonic practitioners. Donna is a master of all things fascial, and I don’t mean cosmetics, but that stuff that holds your muscles together. Most importantly, though, she has the requisite “thumbs of steel”. And elbows, knees, or whatever it take to make an impression on stubborn tissues.

 

Long Beach Gyrotonic itself is a space shared by several lovely ladies who practice a variety of healthy arts, Gyrotonics, Pilates, and Rolfing among them; it is a full service body shop, well equipped with Pilates, Gyrotonic, and sundry other equipment. My philosophy about keeping fit is that it is important to invest in yourself. All too often I hear people balk at doing something like yoga classes because “it’s too expensive!”, but I think that  money spent on fixing myself is money well spent. It is well worth the investment to develop relationships with professionals who can get to know your body with all of its quirks to help you work out all the kinks!

 

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Let’s see… The last couple of days have been pretty low energy output. My knees have been pretty achy after stressing them out a bit too much on Friday, so I have been taking it relatively easy. I went to Ramona’s class on Sunday morning as usual, but she was stranded in Colorado and there was no sub, so I just did some walking in Belmont Shore, picking up my obligatory mushroom and sausage pizza slice at Z Pizza. No yoga, but I did manage to get in about 14 miles of bike riding. Monday was a walking day and I used it to take care of some business, like walking to the post office to pick up my held mail, and accumulated about seven miles, all of it with good form.

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Today was a very special day as my friend Renate met me for breakfast at Steelhead Coffee with the twins, Kit and Dot, in tow. They just turned 3 months, and while I have been happily deluged with extremely cute pictures on Facebook, this was only the second time I have gotten to see them live and in person. Kit was out like a light the entire time, but my repertoire of funny faces for babies managed to elicit some smiles from Dot, a treat that is apparently only bestowed rarely.

One of the purposes of this blog is to highlight those individuals who I think exceptional, and one of those is Renate. Renate eschewed the typical path to college–I am not even sure that she even graduated from high school–and instead went into cosmetology. Apparently she handled that quite well as she eventually wound up teaching cosmetology. Then she met Kenny, a rocket scientist (seriously, he works for SpaceX), and they married. Renate went back to school and is on the verge now of graduating from UCLA with a degree in Geospatial Information Systems (GIS). She would have been done by now if not for the fact that she was busy with other matters for much of the past year. Renate is extremely bright, a very hard worker, and has also proven to be an excellent mother; she is also getting ready to apply to graduate programs in that field. Remember, it is never too late to change the course of your life, and I hold Renate as a prime example of what can be accomplished if you set your mind to it.

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There was a bit of extra excitement across the street from Steelhead. A car in the parking lot of the liquor store was smoking badly, and a couple of folks wound up running over there with fire extinguishers. Their efforts were for naught, it seems, as shortly afterwards the car reached a stage which I believe is best described as “fully engulfed in flames.” A few minutes after the photo above the firemen arrived and quickly put an end to the fire.

Next stop for me was LA Fitness where I have very much missed the Tuesday morning yoga class taught by JR Johnson. JR is an outstanding teacher, and is a master at using his voice to set and maintain an atmosphere conducive to fostering the mind-body connection. It is not easy to teach in a room the size of that at LA Fitness, but JR manages easily and provides a challenging and invigorating experience that I always look forward to, and today was no exception.

 

Roger and Judy and I, July, 2016

In requiem, Wednesday, August 21, 2019

I received a message third-hand last week from Roger Gedney indicating that Judy had stopped eating and drinking and that the end of her journey through this life was approaching. I have also been seeing a lot more hits on this post, and finally today I saw this obituary from Clugman-Tibbets Funeral Home in Macomb, IL:

“Judith M. “Judy” Gedney, age 78 of Macomb, Il., went to be with her Lord and Savior at 7:05 a.m. Wednesday, August 21, 2019 at Wesley Village Healthcare Center in Macomb. ”

Clicking on this LINK will take you to the full obituary with a wonderful tribute to Judy. Memorial service is scheduled for September 7, 2019. Full details are in the obituary.

July, 2016

I was on the boy’s gymnastics team at East Leyden High School from 1965-68. In my freshman year I still had not realized that I was blind and was mostly in my own little world, but that changed my sophomore year. As the girl’s team worked out on the other side of the school I don’t know that I was even aware of the existence of a girl’s team until my sister Alice entered school and joined that team. She would come home with tales of the beautiful and very cool young coach, Mrs. Gedney.

 

Mrs. Gedney (aka, Judy) and her husband Roger, were both recent emigres from LSU.  Roger and Judy are graduates of the University of Iowa, where they had been gymnasts, dabbled in circus arts, were around for the birth of the trampoline, and other sundry accomplishments. Roger was the boy’s gymnastics coach at one of our rival schools, Glenbard East. Over the next three years I got to know Mrs. Gedney a bit and she lived up to the picture Alice had painted, and then some!

I graduated in 1968 and received a half-scholarship for gymnastics at Western Illinois University. 1968 was also the year that Roger and Judy Gedney began what would become quite long tenures at that institution as the assistant men’s and head women’s coaches. The setting was one where both teams shared the same workout area, and so everyone who came through that program, men and women, got to know both Gedney’s for the beautiful people that they are. As a matter of fact, my handle “Captain Univac” was created by one or both of the Gedney’s back in those days!

I have managed to keep in touch with the Gedney’s over the years and was able to almost keep track with developments. In her late 30’s Judy took up powerlifting as a training tool and found that she could be quite successful as she was always an extremely powerful person packed in a tiny frame. Judy set world records, won world championships, and is in the Powerlifting Hall of Fame. She continued to compete and to win well into her 60’s. Roger had always been involved in weightlifting and fitness and he began a community weightlifting center in the basement of the Salvation Army building that has provided training opportunity for locals for over 30 years now. Both Roger and Judy were also heavily involved in the charitable work of the Salvation Army; Roger spent several years in Haiti around the millennium doing relief and missionary work.

 

It had been several years since I had seen the Gedney’s so I routed my trip so that I could pass through Macomb, IL and visit with them. On my last trip all was well with them. They had sold their house in the country and moved into a small house in Wesley Village, a retirement community that provides appropriate levels of care from retirement through the end of life. At that time Roger was approaching 80 and still lifting very heavy weights (see the video below, with Roger at 80+), and Judy was in her early 70’s and doing very well. They were joking that Judy would probably have to be caring for Roger sometime in the future, expecting some kind of cognitive decline on his part.

When I arrived in Macomb I tried to call Judy’s number, but it was disconnected. As that  was the only number I had for them, my next course was to go over to Wesley Village and look for them, but I decided to stop by the weight room at the Salvation Army first. The weight room was still running and still populated, and I saw Roger’s protege and partner in keeping this endeavor running, Tim Piper. Tim gave me Roger’s number and informed me that things were not well for Judy. Some years earlier she had begun exhibiting cognitive deficits, and was found to be suffering from corticobasal ganglionic degeneration (CBGD), a rare progressive neurodegenerative disease that attacks cognitive and motor functions.

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I called Roger, found out where they would be, and made my way to the Wesley Village where I found them finishing up their dinner. Roger was hand-feeding Judy the vegetables that he had finely chopped for her that morning. Judy appeared tired, as it was the end of her day and bedtime was approaching, and there was very little in the way of recognition or response on her part. I made another visit the next day, earlier in the morning, and this time Judy seemed to recognize me and made some efforts to talk. I gave her a kiss on her forehead, and her face lit up; for a few moments I could see the old Judy shining through.

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Roger told me that Judy is still physically in very good shape, and he expects that she may outlive him. He also said that she has been making some gains in physical therapy and has been close to walking on her own. I was also very heartened by her response to me. CBGD was only identified in 1968, and so there is a lot to be learned about it. Who knows, it may be possible for patients to make comebacks, or for new therapies to be developed. Any of you out there who believe in the power of positive energies in whatever form (prayer, meditation, etc.) are invited to send some of that energy to Judy and Roger. Life goes on for Roger, and it’s quite lonely for him as old friends disappear over time, so any visits to him would be greatly appreciated. For now, as he gently stroked her forehead as she lay in bed, he told me “I finally feel like a complete husband.”

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The Gedney’s and the Westberg’s.

Update on 9/24/2017–Shortly after I published this post last year a couple of former gymnasts from Western went out and visited the Gedneys. Colleen Westberg was on the women’s team, and her husband Jerry Westberg was a teammate of mine. They commented “These are our college gymnastics coaches, Judy & Roger Gedney. We visited them today in Macomb, and even though Judy has a form of dementia, she had her beautiful smile and I believe she recognized us. They were a tremendous influence on us.” They also posted the picture above.

The Westberg’s weren’t able to make a return visit until last week, and this time they noted that Judy was very unresponsive and they were very concerned. I am hoping that they just caught her at a bad time of the day. When I had visited last summer I first stopped by at dinner time, and at that time she was also very out of it, but when I caught her early the next day she was in much better condition. The difference was like night and day, and I hope to be able to get out there in a month or so to see for myself. In the meantime, please keep on sending that love and healing energy their way.

 

 

 

 

 

Resetting, Day 1, July 29, 2016

I am back and re-establishing routines. Some things will remain the same, and others will change for various reasons. Started my day at 5:00 am with the morning weigh-in, the official result being 143.2 lbs, which was a very happy state given the length of time I had not paid attention to that statistic.

Then there was the venti sized cup of French Pressed coffee, some time atop my throne, some browsing of the Internet, and then I began my morning practice at about 6. Did an abbreviated version that only lasted about 90 minutes. Left out ab work as the plan for the day included a workout with Stephanie, so it was into the shower, and then prepping for the days expeditions.

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First it was off to SteelHead, where the first thing I discovered was that I had forgotten to pack any money! Ouch, system failure! Luckily my friend Manfred was there and willing to cover the cost of my meal! I was very happy to hear that his Netflix series, “Bail”, will be going into production at the end of August. Steelhead was very busy, and I managed to have several interesting conversations with former complete strangers before heading off to LA Fitness for some light weight work and therapeutic treadmill and elliptical work.

From the gym it was back home to collect my wallet, and then back on the bike to my weekly workout with my core coach, Stephanie, who put me through a combination mat Pilates and barre workout, a combination that I had been missing very much while on the road. From Stephanie’s I took the long way home along the beach and up the LA River, stopping off at the Fox Coffee House on Willow for a bite to eat. Unfortunately my favorite, the vegan pot pie, was already sold out, but they did have a very tasty salad with kale, quinoa, hummus, avocado, and other goodies that made for a good replacement. Then home for a bit of a nap and a chance to ice my aching knees! After not riding my bike for three weeks they were not happy about having to do a vigorous 25 miles on the first day back.

Next stop was Yoga World Studios where I took the 5:30 pm strong Vinyasa Flow class with the lovely Ashley Corbin-Teich. Ashley is making a conscious effort to up the difficulty level of her class, and that, combined with my already very much fatigued legs pretty much wiped me out. Her peak sequence strung together a long series of asanas targeting hamstrings, and mine were pretty much worked out about halfway through. Ashley, by the way, is also a gifted photographer and has the photo credit for the picture on my Home page.

Last stop for the day was Lazy Acres grocery store where I stocked up on veggies and also made use of their ready-to-eat food bar to get dinner out of the way. Then home, where I was in bed by about 8:30. It’s good to be back!

I’m baaack!, July 29, 2016

I am back from my pilgrimage across the country and happy to be back in the friendly confines of Steelhead Coffee. On Wednesday (7/27) I left Elko, NV at 4:45 am so I could drive the the 421 miles to Sacramento, CA for a luncheon engagement with three very lovely and talented young ladies, Martha Friedrich, Linda Angel, and Angela Ratty.

Martha, Linda, and Angela are the key players in the California School Information Services (CSIS), the organization that was originally tasked with assigning and maintaining unique student identifiers for all students enrolled in public schools in California. Given that California has upwards of 6 million students that was and continues to be a daunting task, especially given the mobility of large segments of the population.

That functionality was transferred to the California Longitudinal Pupil Achievement Data System (CALPADS), a function of the California Department of Education (CDE) in 2009. The early implementation of  CALPADS was fraught with problems in the beginning, and was even in danger of being scrapped not long after its release. Proper functioning of the system requires the cooperation of over 1100 Local Educational Agencies (LEA’s) to transmit and maintain an ever growing body of electronic data to CALPADS.

When systems break and don’t work the people who have to do that job get very frustrated very easily, especially when their supervisors have no idea of what the magnitude of the job is and in most cases don’t provide adequate support. When things get tough, they turn to CSIS for support, and Martha, as Client Services Officer, Linda as Data Analyst, and Angela, Chief Data Architect, are beloved all across the state for their dedication to providing support for the beleaguered masses. Getting the opportunity to lunch with them was a highlight of my entire trip!

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Of course I also needed to get my yoga on, so I took a class at a small studio,  It’s All Yoga, in Sacramento. I usually add a photo of the outside of the studio in my posts, but in this case the storefront is so small and undecorated that I almost just passed it by. The inside, however, while quite small, has had more attention paid to it. The class, taught by Jeanne (pronounced like “I dream of …and not your aunt Jean) Munoz was very creative, enjoyable, and provided excellent foundational work. It was designed to both improve strength and precision, and was augmented with some tenderizing using faux yoga tuneup balls created with two tennis balls and some packing tape, an innovation that I plan to copy very soon. A very unexpected surprise was a beautiful chant sung by Jeanne who has a beautiful voice.

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The day would not have been complete, of course, without a visit to a coffee shop, and I got my fix at Insight Coffee Roasters. I looked at their website, and I didn’t see this Midtown location listed, so I believe it is a new location. Barista Michael was doing an excellent job of holding down the fort by himself and passed the test of making an excellent machiatto!

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That’s when things got weird! Parking is a nightmare in this part of town, and I spent fifteen minutes or so driving around before I realized that there were loading  zones that expired at 6 pm. I found one and parked. By this time I was pretty disoriented (more on that below) and made the strategic error of not making a note of where my car was parked.

I am a cannabis user and have found that just the right dosage really accentuates my ability to make that mind-body connection that yoga is all about. I find that I get really stretchy given when under the influence. The key, though is the right dosage, which for me is 15-25 mg. If the dosage is too high I can still function very well on the micro level, but my ability to formulate and execute complex plans suffers greatly. When I say “complex plans” that might include something like remembering where I am going, or finding my car.

Before my yoga class I had visited a local dispensary and purchased an edible product (dark chocolate) that I was unfamiliar with and bit off more than I could chew! The chocolate bars I was used to consuming had four sections with a total dosage of 100 mg, and one section is appropriate for me. I gobbled down one of the four sections on the bar I had purchased, and it was only later that I checked the label and found that this bar had a total of 400 mg!

I had taken a dosage equal to four of my regular doses, and that, compounded by the fact that as it gets dark my eyesight suffers greatly, caused me to wander around fruitlessly for an hour or so before I decided to get a cab back to my hotel and put off my search until the morning. Even at that, with a more systematic search plan in play (as opposed to the “random guess with replacement” strategy I had used at night) in hand, it still required the assistance of Ms. Angela Ratty on her bicycle to finally locate my car. You know how sometimes it requires the eyes of someone else to locate that set of car keys that is actually in plain sight? Once again, ANGELa (note the emphasis), has come through in the clutch!

 

 

We Are Yoga, Salt Lake City, July 26, 2016

The last few days of traveling across the country from the Detroit area to Elko, NV, had left me feeling a bit out of sorts as I was having trouble finding yoga along the way. My first stop was in Cedar Rapids, IA, but I arrived too late on a Friday night to take any classes, and couldn’t find any yoga at all in North Platte, NE or Green River, UT. I also didn’t see anything in Elko, my current location, so I decided to get out extra early so I could stop in and catch a 9:30 am class at We Are Yoga in SLC.

After a harrowing trip in rush hour traffic down from Park City, a very curvy downhill toboggan ride where the speed limit of 65 mph was ignored and I was being passed on the right and the left even though I was going between 75 and 80, followed by the singularly unpleasant experience of negotiating that traffic in the city itself, I was really feeling the need for some centering! The class at We Are Yoga really did the trick!

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The drop-in price is only $15, and there are two large studios in the studio that are nicely decorated and well furnished with all of the necessary props. If you look at the Teachers page on the WAY (We Are Yoga) website you will see that they have pictured 22 very accomplished teachers, an amazing assemblage of talent, making me wish that I could spend more time there to experience more of them!

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Alas, all that I could fit in was the Open Level flow class taught by Rachel Posner, pictured above. The class was well attended by perhaps a dozen students, ranging in ability from seasoned yogis to relative beginners, and Rachel did a great job of differentiating instruction for the class as a whole. In terms of content, this would have been a nightmare class for me just a few months ago as the focus was on balances, but my new feet served me well and I was able to hold my own. In addition to the usual warm-up and cool-down Rachel had us do three balance sequences. The first variation sequenced Tree->Dancer->Warrior 3->Standing Splits, and the last peak sequence went  Tree->Dancer->Half-Moon-> Revolved Half-Moon (with or without maintaining the foot hold from Dancer). It was both challenging and invigorating, and if you are passing through SLC We Are Yoga would be an excellent stop.

 

Staci Ann’s Cafe, Green River, WY, July 24, 2016

Upon completing my peregrinations through the back streets of Green River I was getting rather hungry and trying to decide where I might find some food when I noticed an establishment on the corner of Railroad Ave and N 1st St East named Staci Ann’s Cafe. It is a rather unfortunate location as it is off the main drag and not likely to attract any drive by traffic, and I would not have even found it had I not been wandering as is my wont, but I decided to go in and give it a try.

There is a small bar and a quite sizable dining room, which, unfortunately, was rather empty on this Sunday evening. That is a real shame because I consider this place to be a real find. In addition to running a restaurant, Staci Ann, who I unfortunately didn’t get to meet, is also an accomplished baker, and the restaurant features an impressive assortment of breads, pies, and cakes, all baked on the premises, along with a very creative menu.

In my weeks on the road I have not been able to get enough fruits and produce into my system, so the Strawberry Chicken Salad caught my eye. I ordered that along with a cup of the Italian Wedding soup. Both were delicious, and the salad was really my kind of salad, loaded with grapes, mandarin orange slices, strawberry slices, and chopped walnuts along with the usual ingredients found in a chicken salad. It was topped with a home-made raspberry vinaigrette dressing that worked very well with the salad.

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My waitress, the lovely Trish, was very personable and let me know that they have only been open for seven months now and would very much like to get some new customers. Given the size and layout of the room I think that they would do very well by adding some music to their menu as their seems to be a paucity of places where folks can go to hear live music in this neck of the woods. So if you are reading this, Staci Ann, please give that some consideration, and if any of you other readers find yourselves in Green River, please give Staci Ann’s a shot. It would be well worth your while.