When I was about 16, my girlfriend moved from Duluth Heights to Proctor. I lived in Lester Park and didn't have a car,  so I'd have to take the Crosley bus all the way to Proctor to see her. The same driver would often do the evening runs and we sort of got to know each other. He'd drop me off in the early evening in Proctor, I'd visit with my girlfriend, and catch the last bus back around midnight. Sometimes, my girlfriend and I would lose track of time, and I'd rush out late, hightailing it for the bus stop, thinking I might be hitchhiking home that night. But on those occasions, the bus driver would always be waiting at the stop, making sure I got home safely. What a great guy!