“What time you gonna throw em out?” asked a plump
grey-haired business man in a blue button-down dress shirt, clutching a black
brief case and walking past Dewey
Square.
“We’re not,” responded a police officer. “The park is theirs
until they decide to leave or until they get fresh.”
This was my first IRL impression of Occupy Boston -- a movement
I had only experienced via TwitPics and hashtags until 8:05 this morning.