There's never a visit to Berkeley that I don't go to the unique hilltop above it all - and after a long hike up from Vine - and through the hidden stairways and floral passageways - I come upon my old place.
I see the same mailman.
I see the rinky dinky elevator that carried me up with my books at the end of a school day, my packages at the end of a shop and my tired body after a long walk home.As I age, the beauty of where I lived gets richer and more amazing.
How lucky was I? Just how lucky was I to live in this million dollar home filled with a zany professor and his artist wife. How this helped shape me... and the adventures of it all... and carved in my heart forever.
So, yes, I'll never, ever, visit Berkeley without my ceremonious walk upward.
