I went to my favorite gun shop today to pick up some ammo and look over the racks to keep track of prices and whatnot. While I was paying for my purchase, I got to talking to Scotty. It seems a Hollywood actor all of us know, at least by voice, lives in the area and is a regular customer. He stops by every few weeks to look over the racks and bring a his ammo shopping list, which Scotty tells me leans toward the exotic and unusual. It turns out that Scotty sells a lot of ammo and not a few guns to Lord Vader himself - James Earl Jones. Turns out he owns a place somewhere around here. He's a collector on antique and milsurp guns, just like a lot of us! He was in last weekend with his shopping list, and Scotty told me a story about it. Jones was standing at the counter while Scotty was rounding up the ammo he'd come for. A retired guy was also waiting to make a purchase, and looked at the pile of unusual ammo accumulating in front of him. They got to talking as shooters do about guns and ammo. They'd been talking for about 40 minutes when the retired guy took a good look at his fellow customer and realized there was something familiar about him. He put the face and the voice together and, after talking to him for the better part of an hour, hesitantly asked him, "Pardon me for asking, but are you James Earl Jones?" Jones had a good belly laugh over that. Apparently he's used to being recognized because of his distinctive deep voice and his memorable screen performances in movies like Field of Dreams and The Hunt for Red October, but it usually doesn't take someone 40 minutes of conversation to identify him! I didn't know James Earl Jones was a shooter and a gun collector. I've always liked him, and now I've another reason to like him. He's one of us.