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24601
24601: That is the number the prison gives to identify the man known as Jean Valjean, the protagonist in the book and musical, LES MISERABLES. 24601. The number is not only given for...
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Rick Vale
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BUMPER FISH
I was in my car, on my way to Indianapolis. I was in the right-hand lane (going the speed limit…really!) and a car drove past me, pulled in front of me and...
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September 21, 2026
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ALREADY BROKEN
It was a good time for me. I was in college, almost graduating, singing and performing, and enjoying life. I was also the “single male” among a few young couples,...
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September 14, 2026
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BACKSTAGE
As a child, I was first fascinated by theatrical productions not because of the performances, but because of the sets. Now, more than ever, and after several years in professional...
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September 07, 2026
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FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT & SAFETY
I am remembering a moment, a Christmas Eve in the living room, putting a massive toy of some sort together, as quietly as possible. It’s something I wanted to get...
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August 31, 2026
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THE FACE OF JESUS
Warner Elias Sallman, a first-generation American (his parents were immigrants from Finland and Sweden), sang in his local church choir in Chicago. It was there he met his wife, Ruth in 1916. ...
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August 25, 2026
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CHURCH BURGERS
“I don’t believe in God anymore,” I overheard her say to a friend on the phone, while we were both in line at KROGER, “I just know too many hypocrites.” ...
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August 17, 2026
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ARS GRATIA ARTIS
It’s possible that many have never heard of Herb & Dorothy Vogel. Herb was a Postal Worker in Manhatten (he passed away fourteen years ago), and Dorothy (who passed away only...
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August 10, 2026
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HEROES
Miss LaClaire, Miss Just, Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Van Dyke, Mrs. Goranson, Mrs. Stankman, Mr. McNamara. When Graduation comes around I go through these names and memories again. I may not...
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August 03, 2026
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SONO QUI
On a recent trip there was a moment we were surrounded, on all sides, by families with children. As I age, I have a “love/hate” relationship with crowds. I like...
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