The entrance to the Unitarian Church. It's well north of Berkeley and on top of a steep hill. AC Transit's #7 bus stops nearby (I followed the bus route to return to Berkeley), a way for carless Kirsten to get to the church (or she could carpool with Sarah).The service here was probably the most at-home I've felt in a church in a LONG time.
A peace pole on the church grounds. Despite the multilingual pole, church members are still overwhelmingly WASP - something the members themselves want to change. I advised them that there is a lot of work to be done in my neck of woods down in Los Angeles - where conservative fundamentalist preachers own the immigrant communities.
Some left-leaning bumper stickers for sale on Telegraph Avenue. I would've loved a few myself, but that's asking for my car to be vandalized in my arch-conservative SoCal suburb. (On the flip side, any car with a pro-W bumper sticker won't last long up here in Berkeley.)
This building houses the English department. Kirsten will definitely take classes here during her college days, as I had envisioned her to be a literary type. (That's one of the few differences between her and me.)
Sather tower, better known as the Campanile. Although I couldn't go in due to the holiday week closing, this is probably where Sarah and Kirsten come for a date.
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