I am delighted. Recognizing that I saw Merman and Martin past their prime, I have always felt that there were four people who really deserved to have a theatre named after them who had not to date: Harold Prince, Angela Lansbury, Tennessee Williams...and James Earl Jones. One down, three to go. Jones has been a ficture in my theatregoing live since The Great White Hope, and has never given less that a strong performance, with several being for me 'for the ages'. I even saw him in his early 80s performing Driving Miss Daisy with Angela Lansbury in Melbourne, Australia. That was one I will never forget, along with Hope, Fences, Les Blancs (his gut-wrenching wail at the end of the play remains as frest today as it did in 1969 (or 70). GREAT NEWS, and who cares if comes to be known as the James Earl Jones or the Jones or the JEJ for short. The honor is richly deserved.
Dollypop, I know you love Carol Channing, but REALLY????