Oafland, Reprise
Today, Furball showed Heinz around her old college digs: U. C. Berkeley. On the way, we stopped at the Golden Gate Bridge, which was big, orange and mostly hidden in fog.
We stopped in Marin County to partake in the fine cuisine of In-n-Out Burger. Then we were off to Berkeley for a quick walking tour of the campus, led by Furball. Alas, we could not find the parking lot reserved for Nobel laureates, but Furball insists it exists. At Heinz's insistence, we stopped at a local coffee shop (Cafe Strada) and took in the collegiate atmosphere along with the requisite caffeine fix. Furball had water.
We ventured up Strawberry Canyon for a panoramic view of the entire Bay Area, which would have been breathtaking had it not been for the fog.
Furball took Heinz down Telegraph Ave. and into Cody's Books. True to form, Heinz declared his intentions not to buy any books, which he failed at miserably. He even bought a T-shirt. Oh, the shame.On returning home to Oafland, we had a wonderful meal prepared by Furball's mom, and dessert prepared by the wonderful cows of Dreyer's. Moo. Any relation to the wild desert cows of Nevada? The mind boggles.
posted by Unknown at 11:47 PM
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During my time at Cal, the Nobel Laureate spots weren't clustered together; they were situated so as to be "rockstar parking" for said professor's office/lecture hall, etc.
As a freshman, I was walking through campus with a friend of mine; he casually pointed out "Oh, there's one of the Nobel Laureate parking spots... and there he is!" My friend rushed over to chat with the guy (a Physics Laureate, I believe) for about 10 minutes. As a frosh, I was petrified of the professors, and fearing certain expulsion for bothering him....
2:49 AM
Looks very different than it did the day I was there!
10:58 AM
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