#61, Darcy.

Hahahaha Darcy, you were the dark-haired heartbreaker who worked with my sister at SeaBreeze market near the Berkeley marina... you were so wry, and rockabilly. Once, we drove out to Crockett just to sit and have drinks at the bar where you worked. She had such a crush on you! i had one too many and played "And it Stoned Me" by Van Morrison on the jukebox like three times in a row: i think the bikers wanted to kick my ass. But i was feelin' it man, feelin' it. Where are you these days? Keep on keepin' on.

#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.