A stranger walked up to me the other day while I was waiting for the train. “Are you Jim Cameron?” he asked. “I sure am,” I said, expecting a tirade of complaints about the railroad, the fares and the stations.
“I just wanted to say thank you,” he said. “You guys on the Commuter Council do a great job looking out for commuters.” We shook hands, and as he departed, I got a little misty-eyed.