Another thing I love about Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley is that a guy in a chainmail shirt selling handmade jewelry and trinkets doesn’t even stand out. I mean, the Bay Area is like that. Somebody walking down the street in full punk rock attire in most places causes people to turn and stare. In the Bay Area, that guy is serving your meal, or maybe he is your therapist or realtor. Nobody cares.

These are the last pictures of the last day I went down to Berkeley to spend a little time with Mollie when she had a break from the pre-med camp she was attending. We walked around, we talked, she bought some sweatshirts at a secondhand shop. And I talked to this guy… who may have had the best business card… apart from mine… that I have ever seen…

Ha! I just noticed that he is a massage therapist… what did I tell you? Chocolates ravaged! Oh yeah! In fact, I may need to bump my card up a little…

Maybe add: Lover Of Stinky Cheese, as well as the fact that I am a Scottish Lord and a blacksmith… dang it.

Anyway, I talked to this guy for a while. He did some really cool metal art, most of it done with one single piece of wire. There was some hammering involved. He works with cold metal, and I am learning to work with hot metal, but we shared a kinship of artists.

Okay, time to say goodbye to Telegraph Avenue and get on with the adventure.

But I did stop on the way back to my mom’s house to take one picture of San Francisco from Indian Rock, another of my favorite hangouts from back in the day.