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Thursday, February 12, 2015 – Homeward Bound – trainspottingChicago




Good afternoon.

On the, best and brightest, 3:55PM out of the City.

A crowded front train car this early evening. My parents have been married for fifty years on this day. They wish to have the family out for dinner – pizza, as is their call – requiring me to get home and clean up.

It’s also “Darwin’s Day”. Charles Darwin was born on this day 206 years ago, February 12, 1809. Abraham Lincoln was also born on February 12, 1809. Coincidentally, my parents were married 156 years after their birth, and generated me six years, minus one day, later, in the land of Lincoln. I am an avowed Darwinist.

Correlation is not Causation but it’s nice to speculate.

Well, enough about me. Benched War Correspondent (BWC) is here l, and he is clean shaven, well dressed and looking out the window with a gleam in his eye.

Y’see, with the controversy surrounding veteran anchorman Brian Williams and his lapses in memory, BWC may actually get a promotion. The National network is looking for a confident, all American, family man type anchor. Though he may not be the first choice, his evening team staff are all in the running. Which means that while they are away at 30Rock,  screen testing, he can host the evening news. In prime time! He looks ecstatic in his brooding silence. He is on his way to his therapist to work on the PTSD and image projection issues he still is working through.

There is a woman here that reminds me of Angelica Huston, but without the glam and makeup. She looks like she’s desperately revisiting a time where she felt more beautiful, by catching up on the latest trends with a copy of Glamour magazine. Yet, instead of being interested in adopting some of the styles or advise presented, she is disappointed in the realization that she can’t “pull that look off” anymore. She puts the magazine away and starts playing with her bangs.

Also here are a disappointingly static Dr. Jeckyl-Hyde, Frieda Kahlo, Taye Diggs, Sen. Ted Cruz, and Mayor Rahm Emmanuel. All are armed.

Happy Darwin Day.
Safe travels.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago




Good morning. I’m on the 7:50AM into the City. The NF index is 2.

I’m sitting in the rear “quiet car” in my favorite place. The crowd is entertaining themselves with a mix of smartphone broadcast options and a fair number of printed books. Real books! Hmph. That’s so retro!

A primarily Caucasian crowd. The fellow in the way-back window seat, across the aisle, reminds me of a young Andy Garcia from the Untouchables. He’s reading a beefy novel in hardcover format.

Jacques Cousteau just sat down across the aisle and one seat over. Our famous fisherman analog is in gym shoes, a faded pair of jeans, a down black coat and a beige colored striped scarf. White, black and red stripes.

The fellow who sat next to me on the train is a Bears Fan, or at least has a Bears ski cap on to keep warm. Greg hoodie,  lack slacks, leather jacket. He’s in his early to mid fifties. His charcoal colored beard, and its a full but manscaped beard, is reminiscent of Michael Gross’s character on “Family Ties”. He removed his hat and is completely bald. Any hair that was on his head was shaved to the skin, and a faded patch of new hair now grows there like a shadow. Bearded man is a fidgety fellow. He was very keen to find a seat on the mezzanine to sit, but all those seats are full. He has an older model iCrackerBot with a fluorescent green, clear-plastic ” turtle shell” cover. His hands are very hairy. A WASP Saddam Hussain.

Also here are Taye Diggs, Rod Steiger, Ron Kittle, Chow Yun-Fat, and Paula Dean. All are armed.

Happy Holidays. Have a wonderful Wednesday.
Safe travels.

Monday, November 10, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago



Good morning. I’m on the 7:50AM into the City.

It’s a warm morning for early November, but the chills will come later this week. I’m in the rear quiet car. I found that I am tired of jostling with the morning scrum and fight for a seat near the front, just to race to the office. Good thing come to those who pace.

A younger, very handsome, Jeremy Irons with black hair sits across from me. He is a brooding, serious looking fellow in blue jeans a black long sleeved shirt and a black, down insulated ski vest that was haute-coulture fashion when the A-Team was a number one but on TV. The likeness to the venerated actor is uncanny. An illegitimate son? I want this guy’s autograph and a selfie.

A bald but goateed Taye Diggs is here. Our fellow is in his mid forties, dressed in black slacks, a nondescript jacket and a black attache case. He just put on a ski cap. The other awake patrons, mostly from the very very nice town train stop, are keeping an eye on him over their newspapers and iCrackerBots.

Also here are Eric Idle, Christopher Lee, Ellyn Burnstyn, Lata Mangeshkar and Mike Singletary. All are armed.

I’m sorry I haven’t been posting lately. As the year winds down, I will make more of an effort. I am finally caught up with work stuff that In was doing in lieu of people watching. This apology is to myself, but you get to read it.

Happy Monday. Safe travels.

August 13, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago



Good morning.

On the 7:30AM into the City. In the front Quiet Car, mainly because I missed the 7:18AM and had enough time to walk the extra fifteen-hundred feet to the east part of the platform.

I’ve been resigned to the frustratingly mundane. The sump pumps in the basement failed and the recent Midwest rainfall ended up in my basement. We did all the basic things, like remo e the standing water as much as we could with a shop-vac, move the valuable musical instruments to the garage, and rent a carpet cleaner Devi e to pull out the heaviest water logged areas of the carpeted area. We called in a plumber and an emergency cleanup service. They are doing outstanding work. We also called our insurance company. They kindly let me know that we did not add the “Sump/Sewer” rider to our home policy and none of this is their problem. How nice. So, I hightailed it back to work, because the cost of cleanup will run about one month’s worth of net pay.That does not include remediating the space with something more water resistant, like tile or concrete paint. I’ll worry about that later.

Well, enough about my woes. Al Madrigal is here. The Senior Latino Correspondent from the Daily Show is seated about ten seats back. His handsome jawline is accented by a well trimmed beard that connects to his widow-peaked shirt cropped black hair at the sideburns. His glasses give Al a very academic look, but the plaid shirt ruins the look.

A quick statistic – since I started writing today’s entry, at least twelve commuters, within my line of sight, picked their nose in public like second-graders. One or two were seriously inspecting the results of their labor.

Kathy Bates is here. The blonde, overweight administrator is in a black Cardigan sweater. Her shoulder length hair is down and around her head in an homage to Rachel from the third season of Friends. She is tapping away at her iCrackerBot, no doubt firing off a memo to terminate staff before Labor Day.

Also here are Taye Diggs, Lou Reed, Ron Kittle, Pam Dawber, and Sam Neill. All are armed.

RIP Robin Williams. If you are feeling blue, make it a point to reach out or seek help.

Happy Wednesday. Safe Travels.

May 15, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good morning. On the 7:20AM into the City. All is right with the world.

Did I happen to mention how much I dislike driving into the City? Let’s go there for a minute. I have had to drive into work the last two days and I am a mess! The logistical nightmare is one thing. From home base to work HQ is a distance of fifty miles or so. To traverse this distance takes on average one hundred minutes, or just under two hours. The train is half that time, door to door. Then one must factor in the costs – gas & parking – that could be dedicated to good food, fine drink or gifts for loved ones. All in told, give me the 7:20AM express every time.

Taye Diggs is here. This big bald beautiful man is seated four seats away in my line of sight. He is reading, or otherwise looking at, his iCrackerBot with pleasant but dignified interest. The glare from the fluorescent light shines off of his smooth head like a prism. Wonderful.

Also here is Miley Cyrus of Hannah Montana fame. This version of her is incognito, looking very no frills country girl. Actually, the woman, who is seated across the aisle one seat back along the window, reminds me of “Rose” from the Eccleston Dr. Who relaunch. Very no-nonsense every-woman with a little Wonder Woman underneath. She is napping.

Morgan Freeman’s stunt double is here. The tall, grey haired, mustachioed African American gentleman, whom I see every time I take this train, is dressed in a grey jacket, matching slacks and a white shirt that, when called to duty, can be accented with a smart looking tie that is hanging in his office. He looks content. He is at a station in life that he is comfortable. He has survived the RIF’s and restructuring at work because of his knowledge, his ability to please clients, and his access to all the secret files. Good work, man!

Also here are Teri Polo, a Khadaffi cousin, Peter Cushing, various IRS agents and their lawyers, and Shelly Duvall. All are armed.

Happy Wednesday. Safe Travels.

January 30, 2013 – Homeward Bound – #trainspottingChicago


Good evening. I am not well. My favorite seats have been taken by usurpers who waste the space on bags, laptops, tablets and using the opposite seat as a (shudder) dining table. They are not taking any notice of the people around them. I don’t have an NFI – by my vantage it should be 2.

I am sitting facing forward. All I see is the clean shaven, round cheek, well coiffed, jolly looking Desi gentleman facing me. He has a friend sitting opposite. Bioth are chatting in Urdu or perhaps Farsi? Definitely North West India. Possibly Pakistani? The genetics of the people of Northern India and Pakistan & Eastern Afghanistan are so similar, its no small wonder I haven’t been profiled by the DHS already. Oh these guys are NOT armed. That whole Second Amendment thing is for true ‘Merikans, not these immigrant types.

For those of you who have followed my FB posts prior to me becoming bloggish, you may recall an African American gentleman I dubbed ‘Adonis’. Well, he is here and he is looking FINE. How fine, you ask? Like Taye Diggs chasing and capturing a real-life would-be robber trying to steal from his house fine!

I can picture a good looking detail of Beverly Hills PD coming out to see Adonis kneeling, knee with half his body weight pressing uncomfortably in the back of the failed thief. A round of applause from BHPD’s finest before the velvet handcuffs are tightened and the felon’s Miranda rights administered.

Adonis is tethered to his iCrackerDroid listening to his music library. He’s chewing gum, which although disgusting, doesn’t diminish his handsome form.

I spoke earlier about where I was sitting. Well, just as the train pulled out of the station, an beautiful, Emily Blount looking brunette sat next to me while her handsome, co-worker/beau/fiancee sat at another seat across the aisle and one seat back. After a few minutes watching her speak over her shoulder over to him, he handing her some paperwork, her cricking her neck to tell him something about the wording, and him smiling at her longingly, I had had enough.

I interrupted the mating dance and asked, “Would you two like to sit together?”, which I could do easily as this is not a Quiet Car, to which she looked at me with admiration and felicitation and said, “Yes, please. Thank you so much!” This made me feel good – only my wife talks to me at all and she has no need to say thank you – and I am certain the red-gym-shoe wearing boy toy will be the primary focus of her attention.

The two Pakistanis previously mentioned are in full chat mode, mixing accented English with their native tongue. At least one, if not both, is lap-topped, showing a large spreadsheet, presumably assessing project or code based errors and fixits.

Also here are Al Roker, Whoopi Goldberg from Color Purple, Chrissy Hynde playing Solitaire, and Heavy D with no Boyz. All are armed.

I’m feeling a little vertigo. The reason why I like my back to the path of movement is because it makes me feel like I’m going backwards in time as well as space. I feel older.

Happy Wednesday. Stay safe