One other incident with the Berkeley police before we left town: We had a knock at the door well after dark. It was a Berkeley policeman. He informed me that we had lights on in our crawl space. I guess he could see the light through the underfloor vents. I thanked him, mentioned that I'd shut them off and went to close the door. He stopped me from closing the door and asked to come in. I never consent to allowing the police in my house or to search my car ... there was certainly no reason to let him in. I told him I'd step on the porch if he wanted to continue our conversation. The next words out of his mouth were a very demanding "What are you hiding?" I asked if I was free to go. He said yes.
In retrospect I'm sure he thought the lights were grow-lights. They weren't. There were there for foundation work being done.
Yep, the ole Knock and Talk.