So what would compel a group of college students to live in a tent on Broadway, you ask?
Snowboard boots.
"We work in shifts" says Jessiah Bram, nineteen. "There's an Arby's, a corner store, and a port-o-potty nearby. So, we're good." The college posse, which has a girls' tent and a boys' tent, will be quadrupling in size by tonight's end, bringing homework and musical instruments to pass the time. A small price to pay to be the first in line.Strangely enough, they aren't the first inhabitants. An elusive "Dr. Kleinpeter" was nowhere to be found, as his tent lay small and unattended. The only remnant of the fabled practitioner was a fan and a sign that read "Dr. Kleinpeter is #1." Well, wherever you are Doctor... I'm glad I'm not sick.