Public Libraries

I'm in the public library. This is an interesting place for anthropology. That is to say the weirdest people come here. I've been sitting here listening to a man hold conversations across the room with anyone he feels like. He's asked a man (sitting quite a ways away) if the man was writing songs or letters. He asked another man, "What happened to your nose?" Really, if you're going to yell things across the room to strangers, could you start somewhere else?

When I got here this morning, I pulled up to a man who looked like he lived in his car. Later I walked by a very posh sports car. I guess we are all welcome here. The poor, the rich, the solidly middle class, and the painfully weird.