Monday, April 7, 2008
Biggest Loser Trainer Bob Harper
Thursday, April 3, 2008
I'd Like to Buy Another Vowel, Please
Traveling to Hawai'i [hah wai' ee] or [hah vai' ee], isn't as simple as it sounds ("sound" being the operative word here). It should be as simple as A, B, C, but in fact, it was as difficult as A, E, I, O, and U.In Hawai'i, simple local pronunciation is an art which challenges the unfamiliar user with breaking up each word by its vowel -stops. If you think that's a mouthful, try getting around Kona without tripping over your tongue. Here are some of the words I learned:
aloha (ah-LO-ha). Hello and goodbye, as well as love. Can be used to express sympathy, if more stress given to the first syllable.
'aina (EYE-nah). Food. Of which I ate plenty!
ahi (AH-hee). Tuna. Best eaten sashimi style (raw) with shoyu, which I had for lunch twice. Very yummy.
hale (HAH-lay). House.
haole (HOW-leh). Originally, all foreigners. Now usually refers specifically to white people. Generally NOT a compliment. I learned this from Kavika, a homeless man who slept on the steps of a snorkel establishment with his seven dogs.
kahakai (kah-hah-KIE). The beach.
kahuna (kah-HOO-nah). Hawaiian priest. Christian priests or ministers are usually called kahu (KAH-hoo) or kahuna pule (kah-HOO-nah POO-leh). Pule is Hawaiian for prayer. I learned this when I went to a sunrise Easter service.
kalua (kah-LOO-ah). Hawaiian style of cooking where meat is placed in an imu (EE-moo), a fire pit, and buried until done.
keiki (KAY-kee). Child.
luau (loo-OW). Hawaiian feast, party. We went to one on Wednesday night.
lani (LAH-nee). Heaven or heavenly. Seen in many combination words and names.
mahimahi (mah-hee-MAH-hee). Dolphin, the fish, not a porpoise. Delicious.
mauka (MOW-kah, MOW rhymes with pow). Literally, toward the mountain. Used constantly when giving directions. Example: "My house is on the mauka side of Ali'i Drive."
makai (mah-KIE). Literally, toward the sea. Opposite of mauka.
mahalo (MAH-ha-lo). Thank you. Seen and heard everywhere.
nani (NAH-nee). Beautiful. Another word seen in combinations and names.
ono (OH-noh). Delicious. Also the name of a local food fish which is also delicious.
ohana (oh-HAH-nah). Family, relation, kin.
pau (pow, with a bit more oo sound on the end). Finished. Done. Over with. Which is similar to the use of PAH in the Deaf Community which I found interesting.
Now that you have an idea of how tongue-twisting travel to Hawai'i can be, I'll attempt to give you a tour of all the stops Ardith, (Jayne's mom), Lois (a cousin), Lisa (Jayne's niece, who lives on a mouka, and I made on our whiriling-dervish trip to Kona.
Ardith, Lois and I met in Phoenix to travel the last 6 hours to Kona. Ardith had flown in from Detroit, Lois from Arkansas and I came in from Tampa. Travel tid-bit: Don't wear an under wire bra going through security at the airports. I was detained about 10 minutes in Tampa until they finally figured out that both my metal eye-glasses and my Bali 18-hour boulder-holder caused the scanner to go haywire.
Once in Hawai'i, our pending jet-lag was over-shadowed by our excitement. When we arrived at the airport in Keahole, Ardith rented our car, meaning she could be the only driver unless we wanted to go back and pay an additional $10 a day for an extra driver. Thus, poor Ardith did all the driving in a huge Dodge Durango with 4-wheel drive. Parking proved to be hysterical, 3-point turns became 8-point turns and the 4-wheel drive really got a work-out traveling up the mountain to Lisa's place (if we could go over 15 mph that is). Travel tid-bit: Don't buy Ardith a GPS for Christmas; she doesn't believe them. That's all I'm saying.
When we arrived at the hotel, Lisa was there with her friend Josh where they gave us leis.
Since jet-lag finally did catch up with us, we were in bed by 9p (which was really 3a, our time).Friday - Day 1 - Every morning, I awoke with the birds before the sun rose over the mountain and walked 3-miles along the water-side. This ritual was one I began to look forward to everyday. On my walks, I'd learn the language, meet the locals, make friends and enjoy the culture. Visiting Kavika and his seven dogs would be my first stop. Each dog would "spoon" each other across the small stoop of a local snorkel shop. To reach Kavika, you'd have to step over 7 various breeds of Labs, the last of which would be snuggled close to Kavika. He'd get up around 6:30a, hose off the mats and pillows they used to sleep on, hose off the dogs and the sidewalk, then sit and drink coffee and chat with everyone who walked by. He taught me about Hawaiian culture and etiquette and I admired his knowledge. They say you can judge a person by the way they treat their dogs; each dog was collared, leashed and licensed, by the way, and all were well-fed. He said he really didn't consider
himself homeless at all, and that the owner of the store paid him to protect his property. At left is Kavika.After my morning walks, I'd stop everyday and get coffee at Hula Bean coffee, where, after the first day, the owner Gwen, started giving me a discount since I had become a "regular" customer. She'd watch me walk up the hill, and by the time I came back, she'd have my "skinny latte" ready. On the way back to the hotel, I'd stop and watch the Ironman athletes practice swimming their 2.4 miles while the hotel cook made me egg-white omelets every morning, and every morning he'd say "lucky customer after you get extra yolks in their breakfast."
The first day, we drove Highway 11 about 11 times. Finding Linda Bong's (where Lisa cooks fantastic, healthy food), proved to be our first challenge. Once we did find it however, we enjoyed a delicious lunch including a tomato-based soup, a wheat-wrap with quinoa, fruits such as dried mango and apple bananas. Then we were off to see The Painted Church, a black sand beach and Pu'u Honua O Honaunau - The City of Refuge (now called A Place of Refuge) where we saw wild dolphins dancing backwards on their tails. Travel tid-bit: Road signs can be deceiving. Always stop and ask a local directions. The weather was fantastic, gas was $3.80 a gallon and we were in bed by 9p once again.



Left-to-right: Linda Bong's where Lisa cooks, The Painted Church and one of its cemetaries.
Saturday - Day 2 - Travel tid-bit: Wal-Marts are everywhere, even in Hawai'i, as are Salvation Army stores. They tend to have cheaper souvenirs! We visited a local Wal-Mart for coffee and macadamia nuts and various other necessities. We also went to the Salvation Army. More on that, later. Today, we packed a health-food lunch, picked up Lisa at the foot of her mountain and drove to South Point which was utterly breath-taking as it sits at the southern-most point possible. We spent the morning there and tail-gated our lunch. We then went to another black sand beach, Hawai'i Volcanoes National Park where we walked through a rain forest (and it was raining!) and the Lava Tube. Lisa entertained us in a hotel lobby by playing the piano and belting-it out Bob Marley-style. As we were leaving the volcano park, Lisa noticed a fantastic rainbow behind us, so we pulled the Durango over and all jumped out to take pictures of the most beautiful rainbow I've ever seen. Later, we stopped for some great fish for dinner at Shaka's (named after the famous "Y"-looking handshape used in Hawai'i as a greeting or an acknowledgement).


Left-to-right: Windmills at South Point, the Rain Forest and the rainbow at Volcano Park.
Sunday - Day 3 -Easter - This morning's ritual went a different route as I decided to walk to a Sunrise Easter Service - Hawaiian style. Having never been to one, this was a real treat. By 6a, the Old Airport Field was filled with over 2000 people. Most people brought beach chairs and werewearing cut-offs and flip-flops. The service was an inter-faith ceremony which included a live band/chorus, hula dancers, a drama and a phenomenal sunrise over the mountain. Truly choreographed by God. I was moved to tears. After the ceremony, I went my regular route for coffee, breakfast and then I sunned by the pool with a huge family from Hilo for a good part of the day. Later, Lois, Lisa, Ardith and I took a drive north to see King Kamehameha's statue. We took Queen Ka'ahumanu Highway for what seemed like forever but saw some beautiful resorts along the way. Our goal was to catch the sunset at North Point. Travel tid-bit: Always fill up your tank when you're 3/4 full just in case you can't find a gas station anywhere along the way. We did eventually find a gas station, the statue, a beautiful sunset and a great restaurant for dinner. The bartender flirted with Lisa, gas was $3.95 a gallon and our bellies were full as the gas tank.
Monday - Day 4 - Oahu - My friend Casey from Barnes & Noble recently moved to Oahu to be with his girlfriend, Brianne. A great way to see all of Hawai'i is by air, so we all flew from the Big Island to Oahu so I could visit Casey and Brianne. Lisa had never been there and Lois and Ardith wanted to sight-see. Travel tid-bit: Don't wear a rasta crown to stuff your dreadlocks in while attempting air travel. Security will search your hair for drugs and swiffer your hands for some drug dust. Lisa was delayed because of her hair but it didn't seem to stop her from turning cartwheels and standing on her head in the airport once they released her.
Oahu was a busy city bordered by a beautiful beach. We learned quickly how The Bus (the city's public transportation system) worked, and traveled easily around the city. Travel tid-bit: If you're waiting at a bus stop and looking for something to do, find a plastic bag in the garbage can and clean up the bus stop around you. That's what Lisa did while we were waiting for a bus and it was a much cleaner, litter-free bus stop when we pulled away.
Mostly everything was bi-lingual in Oahu; signs and receipts were in both English and Japanese. It was an interesting change from Tampa where everything is in Spanish and English. We met Casey and Brianne at a B&N in a huge mall and had lunch. Lois, Lisa and Ardith went sight-seeing (and apparently Lisa went almost-skinny-dipping) while I caught up with Casey. We walked the beach, saw some odd birds, and talked all afternoon. He's a very happy poet these days and I'm happy for him. We were lucky enough to catch a sunset-flight back to Kona. For dinner, we went to a French-Vietnamese restaurant where I had purple sweet potato tapioca. I know that sounds odd, but it was so good, I went back three times to have some more!

Left-to-right: Casey & Brianne, all three of us, and ann odd bird. If you click on the pictures, they will enlarge.
Tuesday - Day 5 - Today was a day of rest. After my morning walk, a chat with Kavika, a chat with Gwen at the coffee shop and my egg-whites, I spent most of the morning by the pool with the huge family from Hilo. I say huge because they were an extended family of about 14 and every one of them was the stereotypical Hawaiian-huge. Each child, ranging from 3 months to 17 years old, was obese - morbidly obese. I was fascinated by the size of their breakfasts and lunches and how ritualized their eating was. I was also fascinated by their sense of family; they were joyful, supportive of each other and happy all the way around. Also, on this day, I met a Deaf woman! She was just passing though the pool area and I caught her signing out of the corner of my eye to her companion who was not deaf. Turns out she lives in Kona and the woman she was traveling with lives in Washington state. I signed with both of them for about a half-hour and learned that there are not many deaf people in Kona. Lunch was a real treat. I ordered Ahi Poke and it was so good, I ordered it again the next day. Served with green onions, a lot of garlic and an entire zuchinni diced up, this pan-seared tuna was just gently browned on the outside and a little red on the inside. So, so good!! For dinner, we walked back to the French-Vietnamese place where I of course had some more purple sweet potato tapioca, but I did have dinner which was buttered shrimp with rice noodles. Again, excellent food.
Wednesday - Day 6 - Today we decided to walk into town for a little shopping adventure. We needed to burn off some extra calories before the Lu'au. Besides, Ardith needed to consult with the Verizon tech about her cell phone and it was as good a time as any to find the Salvation Army Thrift shop. Travel tid-bit: Don't charge your cell phone with it turned on and don't fast-charge or car-charge for more than an hour. Another Travel tid-bit: if the GPS says .5 miles to your destination and as you start walking it becomes .9 miles to your destination, you're going the wrong way. Needless to say, we never found the Salvation Army, but we did have a very nice long walk before our dinner.
The lu'au was just wonderful! From the entertainment to the food ,to the cultural and historical content, we enjoyed it immensely. The sunset was perfect and the people at our table were interesting and fun. Travel tid-bit: Get to know the people you stand in line with and as well as all the people at your table. You begin to realize how nice people can be and learn that as different as we all are, we're a lot alike as well. We met people from Canada and Alaska and found out about all the places they had been thanks to Ardith's great people skills!


Left-to-right: The lu'au greeter, dancers and our dinner selection. See the purple sweet potato?
Thursday - Day 7 - Today I broke tradition and ate breakfast at a little Hawaiian-owned restaurant called U-Top-It. One of the families at the lu'au suggested it and it was a great place to sit outside and take in the local scenery. They serve mostly everything on a thin flat-bread which was really delicious. After breakfast, I took a longer walk than usual and went through a local outdoor market on the way back. The fresh fruits and veggies are outstanding. I also found a place to get Lisa a new rasta crown for her dreads which we gave to her later that day and she really liked it. Turned out the shop owner knew her and knew her hair would fit into that particular hat! Since it was the day before our last day in Hawaii, we wanted to go see Lisa's mountain and her farm. We stopped at Wal-Mart first, then we went to The Epicurian and Ardith splurged on a pillow cover and some sweet treats. I splurged on more coffee! We lunched on fish tacos which were to die for at an outdoor cafe. We also tried some abiu, a fruit that's creamy like vanilla pudding. After a full lunch, we drove the hill to Lisa's place. I have a video of us driving up the hill, but it's so bumpy you can't really see the road, and neither could we. Lisa lives in a lush paradise. She gave us a fantastic tour of the land from avocado trees and banana trees to all the native plants and flowers. We saw rainbow eucaliptis trees 100-years old that were humbling and ate from an "ice cream" tree. The land was beautiful and you could live off of it entirely. No wonder Lisa loves living here. Her garden was lush, her tent was comfortable and homey and her view was peaceful and just lovely. It was the best day there having Lisa give nature's grand tour. We watched the sunset from a radio station high up in the mountains and went back to the hotel awed at what we'd just seen.



Top left-to-right: a sign Lisa painted to welcome people to the land, the abiu fruit, the rainbow eucaliptis. Bottom left-to-right: a mountain sunset, me standing next to a flowering tree and a red pineapple-looking flower.
Friday - Last Day - I went for my last walk and said "aloha" to Kavika and Gwen. It was time to print our boarding passes and fly home. Travel tid-bit: Check-in time is 24 hours before your departure and not one second before. We took a drive to the Salvation Army, and this time found it. Finding gas, however was not as easy. We had to leave the rental car's tank full before turning it in, and in doing so, we found ourselves taking a lovely ride around the coast of Kona before leaving. We met Lisa for dinner at Quinn's, a local favorite restaurant, and feasted on ono. We took one last parting shot of Lisa and made our way to the airport for the long flight home. Since we were several hours early for our flight, we found ourselves sitting in the same location we were when we went to Oahu a few days before. There, we three weary travelers sat waiting for our boarding call when all of the sudden, a group of young teens walked by and started turning cartwheels in the same place Lisa had!!! I imagine it's a magical spot in the universe and leave it to Lisa to find it. Karma is a funny thing.
In Phoenix, my sister who lives in Anthem, AZ, met me at the airport for a quick cup of coffee and a bagel. It was great to see her and believe it or not, I forgot to snap a picture of her!
Now that I'm home and homesick no longer here's my last travel tid-bit: travel, turn cartwheels, clean up the earth, learn the alphabet in a different language, talk to a homeless person, make friends with strangers, rise with the birds and sleep with the moon shining down on your pillow. Aloha!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Pug Love
My sister, Lynn, is a dog-person. It started with Beagles when she first got married, then Doberman Pinschers, and now, it's Pugs. Not one, not two...but six adorable, distinctly different clone-like Pugs. Here, she is pictured with her husband Ronnie (seated) and a friend at the opening of the Anthem Pet Park in Arizona. My sister crochets and made those cute little outfits each dog is wearing, for which she won First Prize for "Best Dressed" dog(s). Got Pugs? Yep...six of them.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Who's There?
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Thoughts on a Dime
We recently vacationed in Gulf Shores, Alabama. This Katrina-devastated tourist community is seemingly rebounding amidst skinny skeletons of salt-water-drowned and downed trees. Beaches, whose snow-white sandy doorsteps were once laced with gracefully tall, wispy sea-oats, now boast tall condominium communities standing like sentries ready to battle the next hurricane. As luck would have it, we picked the coldest weekend of the year to visit; temperatures hovered between 20-50 degrees with winds strong enough to blow your hat off. Still and all, it was an interesting place to visit as we ate our way along the seaside with Aunt Kathleen and Uncle Bob.
By mid-afternoon, Aunt Kathleen and I decided to brave the cold and ventured on a two-mile walk down the beach in search of sand dollars. We looked like Eskimos. I had on a long-sleeved shirt, a sweat shirt on top of that, a hooded sweat shirt on top of that, ear muffs, a hat and a vest and gloves. I could have used a scarf and long underware! We found one sand dollar and later took off for our last meal on the shore at DeSoto's.

Thursday, December 6, 2007
Welcome to the World Jillian Mae!
JILLIAN MAE ROWLEYJ is for Jillian with the beautiful dark hair.
I is for Imagination with boldness to dare.
L is for all of the Love that you'll bring.
L is for all of the Lullabies we'll sing.
I is for Inspriring everyone that you'll meet.
A is for all the Adventures you'll seek.
N is for No one else is the same.
M is for Mae, Aunt B's middle name.
A is for Always a smile on your face.
E is for Everything good in God's grace.
R is for all of the Rainbows you'll see.
O is for Oceans of endless opportunities.
W is for all the Wishing you'll do.
L is for Life made especially for you.
E is for Eternal happiness and good fate.
Y is for all the Yesterdays of memories you'll make.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
The Many Faces of Halloween
Don't ask me why, but Halloween is one of my favorite times of the year. The weather is breaking, it's a fun holiday, and I look forward to the little trick-or-treaters who come toting an assortment of make-shift candy-collecting bags in their equally creative costumes. The day started with a visit from what I'll call the Halloween Moth. It was snoozing on our screen door and stayed most of the day. Mid-morning, I held a Halloween parade for about 100 toddlers at B&N. They were simply adorable as they ambled around the store as super heroes, angels, tater-tots (yup, complete with catsup and mustard), ballerinas and pumpkins.
We generally don't put out a lot of decorations, but, there's usually a pumpkin or two. By far, however, the most outstanding pumpkin of all was this one:
This is Jayne's sister, Gen, who is due on Jayne's birthday, Nov 30th. Wonder if the baby will be born a red-head!Friday, October 26, 2007
Waiting On the World to Change
I've always been fascinated with language. By the time I graduated high school, I could easily communicate in American Sign Language (ASL), English and Spanish on a fluent level, and I had a conversational understanding of Greek, German and Italian. I started teaching American Sign Language in 1976 and continue to do so, today.
I am constantly amazed by the relationship between culture and language and how fluid language is in relationship to how the world changes. Funny how language seems to adapt and change easily regardless of the fact that its people may take a longer time to accept change. Without language, there is no culture, without culture, life itself would flat-line. Language is based on culture as evidenced by even the newest edition of the Oxford American Dictionary where the words "blog" and "ginormous" have been added. Pretty soon even Rachael Ray's "yummo" and "EVOO" will be added.
Each semester, I share with my students my intimate knowledge of the structure of ASL as it relates to the Deaf community. After thirty-years of teaching the same course, I am thankful that language is as fluid as it is or else my classes would flat-line. There are always new signs to teach as the Deaf world adds new vernacular to its ever-growing vocabulary base. You may be thinking that there must be a sign for every word in English, but indeed, there are some concepts in English that are still fingerspelled in ASL until an applicable and structurally sound sign surfaces. For example, the sign for BEACH used to be fingerspelled, now it's a compound. iconic sign for the shore with waves splashing against it. Even with the new sign, some Deaf people still fingerspell the word B-E-A-C-H. The sign for EPIDEMIC used to be fingerspelled and now the sign is a combination of the signs SICK + SPREAD. The cycle of a new sign is complex. Often, sign language instructors learn the new vernacular and pass it on to their interpreting students who pass it on to the Deaf community. Where does the sign language instructor get the new sign? From someone in the Deaf community!
I've always said, "to teach is to learn twice". It's a motto I found on a refrigerator magnet once. So, every semester, I give my students a class where they can teach each other what they have learned about American Sign Language and Deaf culture. This semester, one of my students found the video (click the play button above) on YouTube which sums up Deaf history, culture, identity, pride and wisdom. Each signer represents a small aspect of the diversity within the Deaf Community. All of the signers are Deaf. For me, it's the sum of over thirty years of teaching these concepts all in one piece of music. Funny how the Deaf community can use music to bring home a universal message. Hop
efully, this will message will not fall on deaf ears."Waiting On The World To Change" by John Mayer
Me and all my friends
We're all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing and
There's no way we ever could
Now we see everything that's going wrong
With the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don't have the means
To rise above and beat it
So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change
It's hard to beat the system
When we're standing at a distance
So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change
Now if we had the power
To bring our neighbors home from war
They would have never missed a Christmas
No more ribbons on their door
And when you trust your television
What you get is what you got
Cause when they own the information, oh
They can bend it all they want
That's why we're waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change
It's not that we don't care,
We just know that the fight ain't fair
So we keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change
And we're still waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting waiting on the world to change
One day our generation
Is gonna rule the population
So we keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Coloring Outside the Lines

I remember rainy days while growing up on the Jersey Shore. I loved the familiar smell that arose from cool water hitting the steamy, salty cement, and the sound of the quarter-sized droplets playing percussion on the green awning protecting our porch. There was a time each Spring when I looked forward to walking home from school and suddenly seeing the bare rafters that once hung winter's icicles now sporting summer's shade. Every few years, we'd get a new awning. Some were deep green with fringes, some had broad stripes, and the last one, was rain-slicker yellow. That awning signaled summer was about to begin and that we had three months off from school to play. We'd spend sunny days on the beach, and after dinner, ride our bikes until our mothers rang the porch bells for us to come home. On rainy days, we'd lay on our bellies under the protection of the awing and listen to my mother tell fantastically hysterical stories while we colored, covered black velvet clowns, kitty-cats and horses with oil from paint-by-number kits, and played with paper dolls and Color Forms. I can still muster up the smell of the oil paints and the feel of the Color Forms under my fingers.
My mother was an artist. She could draw anything from memory and sketched like lightning across the paper. She loved to color and had a sleek box of charcoals she treasured. She was talented and frustrated, and like a lot of artists, she had her dark side, deep, deep inside. Her depression led to illness and her illness led to her early departure. After she died, the porch was silenced. The rafters were torn down and the bright yellow awning was put to rest with my mother. My father extended the dinning room onto the porch with a new roof since my mother always wanted a bigger eating area. The new enclosure seemed lifeless to me and I never got used to it. When other houses put up their new awnings each spring, I'd pine for the times when summer's memories were contained under the safety of our giant yellow umbrella.
There are precious few possessions I have left of my mother. One, however odd, is a cookbook. It's called "The Calculating Cook: a gourmet cookbook for diabetics and dieters", by Jeanne Jones. I don't know why I decided to take this one of my mother's; I guess I liked the cover. Several years ago, when I moved, I was going through my cookbooks and started thumbing through this one and discovered both elaborate and simple drawings accenting the recipes. The book was full of pencil sketches the author used to make the dull task of dieting and counting calories more enticing. My mother, in her boredom, and perhaps depression, had colored many of these drawings in vibrant colors; her medicine. She never stayed inside the lines, and meshed light with dark colors, like her moods.
Having just recently moved again, I found myself going through my cookbooks, and once again stumbled upon my mother's colors of depression. A dismal scenario comes to mind: it's the middle of the night, a lonely woman is seated at the kitchen table, her colored pencils and crayons displayed like a fan in front of her, replacing her usual game of Solitaire. She opens a cookbook and starts to color her world a better place.
I am happy to have her cookbook, and I'm happy she's now in a better place.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Does Your Pit Bull Bite?
Almost everyday when I'm with Bebe, someone asks, "What kind of dog is that?" And, my reply is always the same, (except for the time when I told someone Bebe was a baby lion)....I say, "She's a long-hair Chihuahua", and their reply is always the same, "Lady, that IS NOT a long-hair Chihuahua. It's gotta be a Rat Terrier, or a Chihuahua mixed with Papillon or something else, but not a Chihuahua." So, I'm used to people debating me on the pedigree of Bebe, but, today was way beyond the ordinary conversation.







