He doesn't have a jacket, but I imagine the exercise keeps him warm. There is a young man and woman sitting on the bench in front of me. They are looking at something on a small phone or tablet. The young woman, Marcia, cracks a laugh once in a while. The young man Carl, wheezes loudly when he laughs. On the bench adjacent to them there is a man sitting occasionally checking his phone. After a few minutes, a very cheerful looking woman walks up the man, hugs him, and they walk to the Authentic Outpost. I try to listen the soft rock music coming from the café, but all I hear is Carl’s loud wheezing laugh. Everyone at the café seems so caught up with their conversations that they don't even clap for the music. I am starting to feel cold so I think I'll call it a night. I cross myself and walk towards my car. I am in my car now I was just asked by an anxious woman if I had seen a lost German Shepard mix. I had seen a dog wandering around on Mesa Avenue. When I told her this she quickly thanked me and walked quickly back to her van full of kids. Hopefully she finds her dog. I cross myself in respect to the church and drive away.
Ethnography
November 7, 2015
Lost Dog
I return to the plaza on this chilly Thursday night. As I get out of my car, a group of four elderly people pass me. They are talking about the weather. One of the old men in the group complains about the weather saying it’s “unpredictable”. I sit on my bench and watch the group walk into the Authentic Outpost restaurant. The Authentic Outpost is busy as always. There is a constant stream of happy families walking and chattering as they leave the restaurant. There are only four people in the plaza today not counting the people at the café. The café is overall sort of empty today. I see only about 6 people sitting in there chatting quietly while the soft rock music plays. There is middle-aged man jogging around the plaza. He occasionally stops and does a different exercise and continues jogging.
He doesn't have a jacket, but I imagine the exercise keeps him warm. There is a young man and woman sitting on the bench in front of me. They are looking at something on a small phone or tablet. The young woman, Marcia, cracks a laugh once in a while. The young man Carl, wheezes loudly when he laughs. On the bench adjacent to them there is a man sitting occasionally checking his phone. After a few minutes, a very cheerful looking woman walks up the man, hugs him, and they walk to the Authentic Outpost. I try to listen the soft rock music coming from the café, but all I hear is Carl’s loud wheezing laugh. Everyone at the café seems so caught up with their conversations that they don't even clap for the music. I am starting to feel cold so I think I'll call it a night. I cross myself and walk towards my car. I am in my car now I was just asked by an anxious woman if I had seen a lost German Shepard mix. I had seen a dog wandering around on Mesa Avenue. When I told her this she quickly thanked me and walked quickly back to her van full of kids. Hopefully she finds her dog. I cross myself in respect to the church and drive away.
He doesn't have a jacket, but I imagine the exercise keeps him warm. There is a young man and woman sitting on the bench in front of me. They are looking at something on a small phone or tablet. The young woman, Marcia, cracks a laugh once in a while. The young man Carl, wheezes loudly when he laughs. On the bench adjacent to them there is a man sitting occasionally checking his phone. After a few minutes, a very cheerful looking woman walks up the man, hugs him, and they walk to the Authentic Outpost. I try to listen the soft rock music coming from the café, but all I hear is Carl’s loud wheezing laugh. Everyone at the café seems so caught up with their conversations that they don't even clap for the music. I am starting to feel cold so I think I'll call it a night. I cross myself and walk towards my car. I am in my car now I was just asked by an anxious woman if I had seen a lost German Shepard mix. I had seen a dog wandering around on Mesa Avenue. When I told her this she quickly thanked me and walked quickly back to her van full of kids. Hopefully she finds her dog. I cross myself in respect to the church and drive away.
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