So, there I was at 9:00 am, sitting in my office corner of the Brooklyn apartment, cuppa tea, black robe, bed head.
After an hour or so, I looked to my left out the window at the sidewalk, and to my surprise it was filled up with a long line of about 200 African American men.
Very. Good. Looking. Men.
Took me a second to realize that the Million Man March was not being recreated outside my NY digs, but rather, Spike Lee's (up until now) fairly dormant 40 Acres and a Mule Production company at the end of the street was holding auditions.
Needless to say, I locked and loaded every single face as they passed by my place so I could recognize who would be the lucky soul who aced the audition when I saw the next Spike Lee Joint. It's fun to think that somebody is going to get a very happy phone call in the near future...