The Commons

Commons, empty of people, but tables setThe Commons, especially in the early morning, has always been a draw for me.  I arrived at Yale from a West Coast public high school and was a bursary student working the breakfast shift in the Commons several days a week during freshman year.  In the stillness of the early morning, the lights of the hall, the vaulted ceilings, and the deeply varnished wood throughout offered a warm welcome as night turned to dawn.  Although the Commons was mostly deserted at that hour, it was always brimming with anticipation and opportunity, and—important to a young man far from home—the memories it held of the storied students who went before.

Doug Young