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On Thursday I was at my Harness the Power meeting, and I was talking about the Glass to Remember project, when all of a sudden people started handing me money!

So it looks like this project will really happen!  

Monday morning I'm going to be on Vanessa Blackburn's Digital Download program on KBLU, and May 22 I'm going to be at the Go Digital Yuma event sponsored by the Yuma Sun.

I'm very open to business/organizational sponsorship. I'd love to be a walking billboard for Yuma in Silicon Valley!

So things are really taking off. I also heard that Glass as an add-on to prescription glasses will be available by the end of the year.

There are only 4 days left in the online campaign, so if you're not local to Yuma but want to get on board, the time is now!

Meanwhile, what questions do you have about the project?  You can message me on Facebook (link on the left) or leave a comment here!

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I was born in Detroit and lived in suburban Livonia until moving into the city in 1978. Then we relocated to Yuma AZ in 1986.

I made the trip with my son, Sean and the hamster, Roddy the Rodent in my station wagon. We stopped at every single Historical Marker along the way, a good strategy when you're traveling with a seven-year-old boy.

There are 18 time zones between Michigan and Arizona in late summer, we found. So when we crossed the Arizona border, we figured we could get to the Meteor Crater, (which is after all a must-see attraction) either three hours after they closed or with twenty minutes to spare.

So, fueled on Coca-cola and candy bars, we pressed on, and arrived at the Meteor Crater with an hour and fifteen minutes before they closed. This is not one of those places where you really need to take a week to see everything. It is essentially a big hole in the ground. I'd seen it before on one of our family vacations when I was a kid.

I was no stranger to Arizona, but this time around Arizona was stranger to me than I ever expected. We paid our five dollars or whatever it was, looked around inside at the rocks and other cosmic memorabilia, and walked thru the funhouse exit. We headed for the railing, and that's when things got weird.

Sean was chatting away, leaning over the railing and looking...DOWN! really liking this thing, and all I could do was stand in one spot. In fact, by the time he noticed I wasn't right behind him, I'd somehow managed to inch up to a wall and flatten myself against it, wishing there were handles because I felt like the slightest move would send me plummeting into the abyss.

Not in the least affected by the fact he was inches away from a thousands of feet deep chasm, Sean wandered back to where I was almost hysterical because I was sure he'd fall in, and asked me what I was doing.

I had no idea; all I wanted right then was to go inside. He was good with that. He'd seen what he wanted to see. He headed for the door, but looked back and saw I wasn't moving.

Now there comes a time in every person's life when their role as child becomes reversed and they become the parent. Neither of us I'm sure had expected that day to come so soon, but there it is. By now it was ten minutes to closing and we were the only people left outside. So it was up to Sean to peel me off the wall and guide me over to the safety of the inside.

Then everything was normal again. Or so I thought. Inside, I could see there were still people coming in. I made a comment to the lady taking the money, something to the effect that those folks better hurry, and got an odd look in return.

Then she smiled. "Oh," she said. "You must be on Arizona time!"

Sean and I looked at each other and ran for the car. We couldn't get back to the interstate fast enough.

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It was a stunning surpise when I got the tweet inviting me to be among the first to have Google Glass. I think it's a pretty interesting idea to try it out, and see if it can do some of the things that would be helpful for an elder with memory issues. There may be other ways it could be something good, as well, so I really want to try it.

The hands-free component is what intrigues me the most. I know a lot of us have trouble with those teeny buttons and arthritic fingers don't always land where you aim them.

So to get this project up and running, I've got an Indiegogo fundraiser going.   It's entitled, Glass to Remember, which I hope is catchy enough.

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I check out a lot of recipes, and would even if it wasn't for Facebook and Pinterest. Earlier this month, I judged a cooking contest for Yuma Lettuce Days, and among the entries there was one that truly suprised and intrigued me, and believe me, I'm not that easily surpised OR intrigued.

This was a cauliflower salad entered by Sheranne Dampier, Professor of Culinary Arts at AWC. It is so much like potato salad, but without the peeling! When you judge a cooking contest, you really can't take more than a bite or two of any entry, and I wanted to eat all of mine. So I got the recipe, and made some at home. It was every bit as yummy as the original. So here's the recipe for the world...

8 cups cauliflower cut up
1/4 cup onions
1 cup mayo
3 Tbls. yellow mustard
2 Tbls. sweet pickle relish
3 hard cooked eggs chopped

Steam the cauliflower for approx. 6 minutes until done but still crisp
Cut into approx. 1 inch pieces
Mix all other ingredients except eggs and cauliflower until well combined
Fold in cauliflower and eggs making sure that you do not break them up.
Garnish as you please.
Serve cold.

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