We couldn’t see our hands in front of our faces.
Hash Browns were poured out of cardboard gallon containers onto hot-oiled grills, and packages of bacon were unwrapped, taken straight out of coolers. Yogurt cups were lined up, while the servers wore flashlight headbands, trying to see what went where.
The work of Crew makes you ravenously hungry. We lined up bowls of fruit, breakfast bars, and we couldn’t make the sandwiches fast enough.Â Our hands were cold, and we did our best to wear gloves while we worked… but that was harder.
Finally, the sun broke out, and what was once covered in darkness had light.