A Sociologist Learns to Squat:
The four of us sit outside Flora’s Coffee Shop and Gallery on the corner of Franklin Avenue and Rue Royal in Faubourg Marigny waiting for the rain to either drench the city or move on to another destination. Earlier today Shannon texted me to “bring a tarp, a sheet, bug net, water, food for morning, and a flashlight or headlamp.” She’s weary of the rain and the trouble it might bring, especially with feet sensitive to long periods of being wet from a life of traveling, squatting, and hopping freight trains. Kindness helped me pick up all the necessary gear this afternoon as I helped her look for an apartment near the Fair Grounds in Mid-City. The photographer takes pictures while we wait for the fate of the rain gods of New Orleans. After eating we decide to scope out a place to squat for the night. Our urban camping adventure begins.