In May I went to my happy place.  Everyone has one.  The place where you recharge the batteries and go back into the world ready to face the challenges and rigors.  For me that place is Asilomar.  The place is magic.  People arrive attached to their cell phones and within 24 hours, they are smiling, walking the paths, saying hello to strangers and chatting over meals without a phone in sight unless someone is crude enough to call those who wish to be undisturbed. The cabins are spread over 107 acres.  They range in age from 1913 to recent places…

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