AMERICAN THEATRE: It was in the spring of my sophomore year at Howard University. As I was leaving class, I heard a group of female students in a flutter. “He’s here!” “Did you see him? I’d heard that he was coming, but I didn’t think it was today!” “Well, it is today! He is here and he is magnificent!”
I had no idea of who had caused such commotion, but as I approached the exit, peering through
the glass doors, I saw him: Mr. James Earl Jones.
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