Not long after, my twin sister and I were riding the Metro North from Westchester into Manhattan, when Teller entered the train in Irvington, which is about 35 minutes outside of NYC. No sooner did we spot him--he was sitting alone right behind us--then we started chatting him up. We talked until we got into town and then walked with him through midtown (he was on his way to the theater for a show).

I don't recall any of the conversation but remember that he was a genuine and friendly guy. Very approachable, and perfectly happy to shoot the shit with two high school kids.

Damn...that WAS William Petersen. I knew he looked familiar, but never would have put that together. Thanks for pointing that out, Mr. Belth.