Random Scrap:
Czesław Miłosz was a distinguished poet, a Berkeley lecturer and a Noble Prize winner. Justyna and I decided to pay him a visit or rather drive by the house he had lived for years before his death. I had found the address somewhere online. We climbed the Berkeley hills in my Honda (always on the lowest gear yielding to the oncoming cars as they did not have to stop) and parked outside. I was going to just stay there for a few moments, look at the building, pay my respects and leave but Justyna had different plans in mind. She got out and proceeded to walk to the front door. Before I could stop her she knocked and after a few moments a young man turned out at the door. When asked whether 'this is the house where the famous poet lived' he confirmed. He did not let us come inside as the house was now of his friend's but he did invite us to walk around the garden and look at the views. The very same views of the Bay area that inspired many other philosophers and scientists before the poet. We let a few minutes pass and left.