I just walked across the UC Berkeley campus from Wheeler Hall to Hearst and Arch. It's hotter than usual, but the golden sheen on the grass and buildings more than compensates. As I looked across the street to 1890 Arch Street -- I once described the building as "Neo-Tudor" to a policeman who stopped me on a night I'd rather not remember -- and then down Hearst towards the silver glow on the bay, I felt for a second like I'd never left. San Francisco always felt a little surreal to me. But Berkeley, which I did not get to "know" in film and television before getting to know it in person, is where I feel at home. Made me want to go drop some money -- futilely, to be sure -- at Homefinders.