It was one of the coldest nights of the year. Temperatures dipped into the 40s, the lowest since February.
"How could he sleep?" Kay Rawlins mused on her Twitter account, where she shares her social and political views and endeavors with the world. But there was her husband, Phil Rawlins, managing a fitful rest with his shoes tucked under a flap of his cardboard box for a makeshift pillow.
They each had their own box, flattened on top of a plastic bag to keep out moisture. Kay lay on hers counting the stars until morning.