The 51 bus was overtaken on College Ave by a young woman in a plaid dress and red Converse sneakers on a old crusty cruiser bike, sans helmet. She was boldly singing "Non, je ne regrette rien" at the top of her lungs. Really, really well. The bus slowed down beside her and all the people on the bus fell silent, listening.
The kids are back at Berkeley High and classes have started at the University, so adolescent attitude and confusion reign.