The poster called Comfort on the North Shore Line (“Chicago Transit,” December 1985) prompted me to write. When my mother was twenty-two years old, she landed a teaching job in Highland Park. She would teach until 3:00 P.M. and then hop the North Shore at 3:15 and be home for supper in Milwaukee. She and my father were dating at the time, and the whole business is an important and romantic memory for her. She is now eighty years old, and 1 hope to present her with this poster for her eighty-first birthday in June. It will be a great pleasure for her and for me.