I come home to see a stranger painting on the walls. With a house this meticulously democratic, I wondered how the heck this random man was let to vandalize one of our oldest murals. After an exciting and nostalgia filled conversation – I learned of Peter’s past in Cloyne. Peter lived here his sophomore year at Cal, in 1985; he spoke fondly of his year here and swore if he didn’t decide to transfer schools to study film (a field not offed at Cal at the time) then he would have stayed at Cloyne until they kicked him out.
To the many, many fond memories this home hosts.
