Ollalieberry Pie

Another day with nothing really to say. Uncle Gene died almost a year ago. His wife Jeanne sent me a bunch of old photos. I looked at them nostalgically before starting today. I always go over all my new photos and edit them before I start. This time, I had some old ones as well. 

Yesterday, I did nothing of importance. My old buddy Jeff Greenberg called. He and his family are staying at a goat farm in Dillon Beach. We met for a drink at Nick's Cove on Tomales Bay. 


Uncle Gene, in his later years, had fond memories of Nick's Cove. I am sure he fished from there.

My mom bought me an Ollalieberry pie from Fatapples in Berkeley. She wanted to surprise me with it. However, after a few days of me not getting the hint, Lynn told me to come and get it. Today, Beth and I went over for a visit and pie pickup. 

My mother is the most kind, generous, thoughtful person ever born. Knowing that I love Ollalieberry pies from Fatapples, she had to get me one. She is that selfless person, who takes pleasure in making other people happy. If she bought me the pie, godammit, I will go get it. 







We had a safe physically distanced visit (except for the dogs).

Beth is knitting me a hat. I think it will fit.


Back at home, I whipped up a safe outdoor dinner for Amy and Rishi. 



White beans, brown rice, green salad, roasted potatoes, roasted salmon and

Ollalieberry Pie

I never figured out how to incorporate the old photos into today's blog. I'll just insert one of two important men in my life, Grandpa Rube and Uncle Gene (fishing in San Diego in the 1970s)


P.S.: thanks for the pie mom. It was delicious!

the bear

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