I having been commuting recently via the train on the Northeast Corridor. Last night, as I walked through the Acela car I stop at the first seat where there was an empty seat on the aisle (note: there were many seats available at the window, but I didn’t feel like crawling over people).
I asked the gentleman sitting there if I could sit there. He looked up and it was Colin Powell! By the time I realized it, he said I could sit. So, I sat. He had on headphones, was reading a book and had a laptop open (the man can multitask). I started to work. After a while, some kids sitting behind us started talking. Here is what I heard:
“Well, it is not like he is Barack Obama”…
“He is not the President”…
“He is more like Marion Barry“…
While I don’t know the context of the conversation, (and as a friend said) Colin Powell and Marion Barry should not be mentioned in the same sentance. While my mouth was still gaping from this exchange, the kids tapped him on the shoulder and asked him if he was Colin Powell. He said yes and then turned to me to apoligize. Ahh… sir… that is not a problem. I had an oppurtunity to exchange a few words with him at the end of the trip.
And then..
While not on the same scale, I saw Anne Hathaway on a DC street today. Love her! But not as much as Colin Powell.




