Home?

 Berkeley (or, the East Bay), I called home for 40 years. As I parked on grizzle peak, gazing at what lay beneath me…

The whole Bay area looks peaceful from there. It look like very little has changed. But it couldn’t be further from the truth. In town, I barely recognize buildings​, most older ones were gone completely. Downtown Berkeley was my neighborhood. I’d walk out my door, skateboard in hand, and hang out practicing tricks. Shattuck Ave, up to campus, down to North Berkeley Bart. It’s just not the same any more. Busy streets, full of busy drivers. No seems to care…

And this is how I leave my home town.

Like a stranger in a familiar place.

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