So

I was back at Berkeley to witness the glorious 37-16 romp over Leland Stanford Junior University on Saturday. It was wholly satisfying. However, the day before, I was a bit saddened to see that the building where I took my final class at Cal--and outside of which, afterwards, I had a beer with my housemates, on the green where we had often played spirited games of croquet--was, well, gone. There is now a big hole there, with huge metal spars coming out of it. To come in 2009 is a new state-of-the-art (and super-green-compliant) biomedical research facility:



which is all for the good, I think. I just get nostalgic.

So, Warren Hall, fare thee well. You weren't pretty:



but I remember you.