Going back to the Greek in Berkeley after so many years (actually decades) was a remarkable treat. The flashback floodgate was wide open from the first moment on the sidewalk out front waiting for the doors to open. Running into old friends, as well as making new ones, brought back one particular memory from the 80s of being “miracled” by some super cool passerby without even asking to a very sold-out Dead show at that exact same place on the sidewalk. Then there was that time when asked by UCB campus police what was in the brownies I was selling on the sidewalk. They still declined purchasing any even after telling them only chocolate, sugar, and love.