Apparently this place is famous. In the Vietnam war, protests were held here. I was there last Friday; we started by going to Berkeley, which is a little bit of an alternative town, where a bunch of very bright students let loose and study hard. And to the delight of proud parents ("Oh my son is at Berkeley"), they return home with tattoos, piercings and bright hairstyles. After Berkeley we went to SF, where I saw Sarah's dad's hotels and law practice. We came back that night, and went to say goodbye to Erika.