A Moment With James Earl Jones


He sat down at one of my tables, on a Thursday afternoon, across from some guy wearing a bolt of cologne and he was talking about something serious. Stevie on the jukebox singing about sunshine and suddenly James Earl Jones is looking up at me, asking for a coffee. I asked him how he takes it. He says he takes it black.

James Earl Jones doesn’t have to wait for coffee.

For the next forty-five minutes he and this guy arguing over script changes. And James Earl Jones doesn’t take no for an answer.

He takes a couple bites of the sandwich, and he drinks a lotta coffee, I think I refilled his cup three times.

And then he stands up, throws some cash down, and as he’s leaving he says,


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