For me, walking Berkeley in search of quirky is pure fun. 100% pure unadulterated fun. Outdoors, walking, being nosey, compiling, cataloging, talking with people I meet. I try to walk with someone. More eyes, more hands for camera and notebook. Somebody to talk to. More fun. My companion walkers are my family, friends of my children, old friends, neighbors, work friends, soccer coaching friends. They only come if they grok it. What a help! What fun! Here they are, starting with family:

 

And then moving outside the family:

You don’t have to be human to walk with me.  Here is the proof:

And then a few of yours truly, his-self, moi.  Tom Dalzell in action, walking the streets of Berkeley, in search of the quirky, resting not until he finishes, slumbering not and duty not forgot.

 

 My friend doesn’t do much walking with us.  He comes along on rides sometimes, but generally is happy at home.  He knows many of the people who walk with me.  Of them, and the ones he has only heard about, he says: