Most of the street folks kept taking refuge under the usual biz awnings or in cafe's off and on.
A couple of "fair booth" structures were erected on an outdoor basketball court. I heard that a turkey meal was served out there at some point, but with next to nowhere to eat outa' the elements.
Some colored eggs from "the wingnut" breakfast were circulating around, or left on top of newspaper boxes and trashcans in soggy plastic shopping bags.
Toward the end of the night, a young couple were huddled together in the doorway of a corner shop. As I walked by to a nearby store, she boldly asked if they could sleep on my floor, as it was really wet out. Even "the homeless" don't always recognize who "the homeless" actually are.
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