I spent the night and most of the day in the parking lot of the closed-for-pandemic community center in Arcata, California. There are a handful of other vehicle dwellers here, too. Some, like me, are passing through, but most are making it their home. It must be cool, because the police stopped by to calmly chat with a few of them and left without rousting anyone.
Then, a little while ago, a charitable young woman carrying a large box asked if I needed any food.
“I’m fine, thank you. In fact, I’m in the middle of making clarified butter.”
“Oh, wow, that sounds good. Well, have a nice night.”
“That depends on how this butter turns out."