SALINAS, Calif. — James Dean slouches in a chair pushed back on its hind legs. He's relaxing. His legs are crossed, his eyes are alert but staring at something unseen — his thoughts miles away.
Burl Ives stares down at him definitely assessing the then unknown actor, perhaps wondering what this scene-stealing young man is going to do next, perhaps waiting for him to topple over backwards, perhaps dismissing the moment while humming to himself his signature tune, "Jimmy crack corn and I don...
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