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By Pat Grant La Costa Glen’s long-time tap dancing instructor, Yvonne Romano, comes to work on her bicycle, “whenever I can,” she says. Energetic and enthusiastic, she has taught tap dancing at LCG for 12 years. The classes are held Mondays and Wednesdays at 1:00pm,...

By Pat Grant The Technology Group has recently formed with the idea of sharing the amazing experiences in technology among a number of our LCG residents. The organizers, Fred Johansen, John Rawls, Charlie Ahlfeld, and Bur Goode, have begun a schedule of Technology...

By Les Besser My dear wife, Susan, enjoys walking and takes our labradoodle for long, leisurely strolls. As a former runner, I prefer faster-paced activities, like soccer and volleyball. Gradually I’ve switched to racquetball and table-tennis—and more recently to...

By Pat Grant Kathleen DeLeo, our new Associate Executive Director, presents herself as a friendly, competent, outgoing person with a great smile and a good sense of humor—all useful qualities in the #2 person in management at La Costa Glen. Her areas of responsibility...

By Les Besser Born and raised in Jackson, MS, Mario Preston, our Assistant Resident Services Director, came to California after joining the Marines in 1997. Although deployed several times to various foreign countries, including Iraq, his base had remained at Camp...

By Carole Eibelheuser Dad worked very long hours six days a week in his grocery store. So, when we vacationed as a family, he became playful and full of adventure for us. During our summertime visits to Pennsylvania to see Mom’s family, Dad would find us a “Whoopee”...

Contributed by Luene Corwin My grandfather, Harlan Cate, showed walnuts as the source of his income when the first income tax was implemented. His father, at the age of 9, had come to California in a covered wagon in 1864. With only one other wagon, they came to So...

By Evelyn Weidner It was the year that I had just lost my husband. As we approached Father’s Day, I realized that we didn’t have a father in the family. For me it was a lump of emptiness. We had two men and a boy but no fathers. My creative daughter came to the rescue...

By Les Besser As a young boy growing up in Budapest during WWII, I didn’t realize the risks my mother was taking by helping Jews persecuted by the Fascists. Several of her previous employers were well-to-do Jews who had treated her kindly, so she wanted to protect...

By JoAnn Mullen Green shoots struggle to break through the black soil’s surface in beauty too sudden for this time of year, the tipping point of spring, when all shades of green return in a lullaby of soft breeze. The garden will soon be abuzz with nature’s intensity...