I was a poor, struggling student at UC Berkeley in 1969. I was working my way through school wiping spilled beer off the tables in a tough blues club. I was so lucky to land a job. I was lucky to even find a place to lay my head at night, as in Berkeley rentals were hard to come by with only a 1% turnover in vacancies. And if you found a place, the rent would be steep. So I was lucky to find a little place to rent.

Don't think so? Take a look at this show of the John Hopkins Spring Mansion.


See that skylight at the top of the thirty foot high atrium?


That's where the saucers first descended for Dr. Hopkins.