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For my 4,000 post, I hope you all will indulge me while I tell a little story from my childhood.
When I was at Michigan I was president of a student organization that brought James Earl Jones in as a guest speaker. So as president, my job was to pick up James Earl Jones from the airport, grab lunch with him, and drive him back to Ann Arbor to speak. So I pick up James Earl Jones, which had I been thinking would have been an amazing opportunity to stand in baggage claim with a little sign that said "Mr. Jones," which would have been amazing but was totally unnecessary because he is a very large, intimidating man, and sorta easy to pick out in a crowd.
Anyway, James Earl Jones and I are doing the 30 minute drive back to Ann Arbor in my Ford Focus and ask him if there's any place in particular he'd like to get lunch in Ann Arbor. mind you, James Earl Jones went to Michigan, so I figured he'd want to go to Angelo's or Zingerman's or something, and since the club was paying I was particularly hoping he'd pick someplace expensive. Nay. James Earl Jones wants to eat at Denny's.
So we stop at a random Denny's off the interstate and there I am, sitting across from Darth Vader at a very small table. We're not exactly having scintillating conversation, we're both just kinda looking at the menu. Then, breaking the silence, in his best Field of Dreams voice, James Earl Jones out of nowhere goes "Moons Over My Hammy. HeHeHe."
