One Day More

Also known as Thursday.

On this day in 1987, Les Miserables opened at Broadway’s Imperial Theatre and would play for more than 4,000 performances.

To date, I think I’ve seen the stage version of this show six times. It may be five.

I’m old and my last math class was when Richard Nixon was still in the White House.

Needless to say this is one of my, if not the most, favorite stage musicals.

I have to say one of because none of you have bought me tickets to Hamilton, and no one has (yet) cast me as Edna Turnblad.

I dreamed a dream.

It’s only Thursday and the world is going just a little bit crazy.

That’s why stories like Les Miserables resonate with us. It’s a story of despair and redemption.

And, let’s face it, it’s also a story of secrets.

Not to spoil anything (if you haven’t seen it after more than 30 years, you can hardly call this a spoiler), but Jean Valjean doesn’t tell his family about his real background until the final few measures of the show when he’s about to join a posthumous trio.

Trivia: During one of the performances that we saw at the Kennedy Center one of the silver cups the priest gives to Valjean rolled off the stage. The conductor looked up and without missing a beat, caught the cup and set it aside.

I wrote this when we saw the movie:

The story of Jean Valjean’s redemption is the story of the grace of God.

Timeless. Eternal. And grace that can redeem from the lowest depths.

Spend a few minutes on Twitter and you’ll be reminded that we call could use a good dose of redemption.

Alexa, play Les Miserables…

Do Not Facepalm

Okay people, I’m only going to say this one more time because I’m really tired of talking about it.

Wash your hands. Keep your hands away from your face. Boost your immune system. Avoid crowds if you’re high-risk. Stay home if you’re sick.

Stop believing everything you read.

Even this post if it bothers you.

We’re all agitated about the virus. Yeah, it’s bad. No it is not as bad statistically as the flu, or pneumonia. At least not yet.

And why the hell aren’t you washing your hands anyway?

That’s it.

I will not write about it again. I will not like, comment, or share social media posts about it.

I do reserve the right to share the funny memes. Give a boy something.

I will not be reckless, but, from this point on, I will not be responsible for spreading either the virus or the hysteria.

I know, this is the third day this week that I’ve talked about this. But take a look at social media. It’s flooded with charts and arguments and hysteria and blame.

You know, just like it always is. It’s just that, currently, it’s about the virus.

Look, I’m not going to live in fear.

I’m not going to hibernate.

I’m not going to stop going places as long as I’m allowed.

I’m just going to stop talking about it after this post.

Today is Wednesday. We’re halfway through the week.

We can only hope that by the weekend we’re all agitated about something else. I mean, it’s March, we’ve got basketball to argue about.

I’m about to open another show.

I’m about to help open an Amusement Park.

And, the bride and I have plans to drive to Florida for Spring Break.

We’ll take this thing one day at a time.

That’s all we can do anyway.

I’m just hoping that a month from now, we can be hysterical about something else.