You're Not Alone, and You're Not Crazy

A brief conversation on the way to breakfast

Friends,

Someone I didn’t know approached me early this morning on my way to breakfast. He looked about 60 years old, with dark hair graying at the temples. He was dressed in a tie and jacket.

He asked me if I was Robert Reich. I admitted to it.

“Well, I just want to say …” he began, but nothing more came out of his mouth. “I just want to say …” he start…