True Story: In my 20s, I ended up with James Earl Jones' home phone number (don’t ask how) It was totally juvenile, because we had never met, but I called and recorded his answering machine message—in that beautiful deep voice of his—and used it on my own machine Things got weird when people called me and heard Darth Vader say, “Hello, you’ve reached the Jones’s…” but it was totally worth it RIP, Mr. Jones 🫡