#51, "Berkeley Dave".

So, i never knew this guy's name. But i would always see him walking down the street in Berkeley, with his particular way of walking: shoulders back, head held level (but not high!), arms swinging and legs flying. The outfit? Converse All-Stars, blue jeans, and a black bomber jacket (the kind with the shiny orange lining). He had incredibly long, straight, perfect blonde hair. Parted in the middle, cut to a perfect straight line at the bottom, near his butt. Always had a hint of a smile on his face, but we could never figure him out! As someone who practically wears the same thing every day, i was so incredibly intrigued by this person who literally did wear just the one outfit. Years later, driving with my sister, i pointed him out. "Oh, that's Berkeley Dave!" she said, just like that. As if i should have known. Well, i'm glad i do. He is such a staple of those days for me, and it always brings a smile to my face just picturing him. Hope you're still rocking the same outfit, Dave! Don't ever change.