Discuss “FEATURE: Tartan Crew”

It is dark outside. There is no pre-dawn glow or that gentle yellowing of the sky that creates the feeling of “sunrise” even before it happens. It is dark. So dark it feels like night, even though it is 5:30 am and technically the new day is beginning. Not to mention the cold. The cold that comes unexpectedly because, well, it was 70 degrees yesterday at a reasonable hour, wasn’t it? But this is the hour when you stumble around your room in darkness, knowing that a dropped pin will waken your roommate; the hour when a shower starts off the way a pool does on a summer day — perfect for swimming, horrible for bathing. At this hour, there are few cars outside and fewer people, and the feeling that washes up is, “Why...