How many hits of acid you think this guy has taken in his lifetime?
WASHINGTON — “If this is the revolution, this is our Valley Forge,” said a doughy, middle-aged man with frazzled long brown hair.
I was shivering when we spoke at 7:30 a.m. Thursday morning — as I had been shivering for the seven previous hours. Arriving about midnight on Wednesday, I’d missed the day of cold rain that had left the Occupy DC camp somewhere between damp and drenched. Without a sleeping bag or pad (both lost in a police action a few days earlier) and in 35-degree weather, I settled into a soggy upholstered chair under a mostly dry blanket. The loose weave welcomed the wind that whipped through our flimsy yurt on the barren granite and marble of Freedom Plaza along Pennsylvania Avenue.
A fellow camper, whose tent had collapsed in the rain, was wandering the plaza in only a hospital gown and blanket that morning. He’d just returned from emergency treatment for hypothermia, and all his clothes were still wet. Scott, a volunteer from southern Maryland who describes himself as an outdoorsman, had gotten the man on a bus to the hospital the night before and also tended another man in the early stages of hypothermia.
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