The Great Robbie Coltrane
One of my favorite actors and funny men.
The train car was empty when I boarded at Leeds. The train doesn’t leave for another thirty minutes, and is the only one leaving this year, so I expect it to fill up before we leave.
I knew some of the folk who boarded, from music, TV, even a couple from the movies. But most were quite ordinary folks, and some children. That’s the worst of it, when you see them, it just pulls at your heart.
Then after a pause, the ticket collector boards the train.
“I guess we should be off any minute now,” I said. “I’ve been waiting seventy-two years for it to depart.”
One of the last passengers boards late. Blowing and puffing. I’m sure I know him.
“I’m sorry, for some reason…in fact, yes, aren’t you Robbie Coltrane?” I asked.
“The very same.”
“OMG, I didn’t know you’d… you know…I’m Harry.”
“Well, it comes to us all, right?”
“Well, yes, it does, I suppose.”
“You suppose? You mean you’re not sure?”
“Oh, no. I mean, yes, of course it does.”
“Well, it certainly came for you, and if I’m on the right train, me, too.” Robbie says looking around the…
