I'm having another flashback. I'm remembering the first time I saw Les Miserables. It was an epic event. It began when my sister got the original Broadway soundtrack for her birthday. She listened to it over and over. I begged her to let me listen to it over and over. I was amazed. I was moved. I'd never heard anything like it. I think I was about 12. We bought the piano vocal music. I learned the songs by heart and could sing and play them. I read the book, the unabridged version. I think I read it a couple of times. I would come straight home from school, go to my room, and just digest that book. Some of the French history was lost on me, but the courage and goodness of the priest and the transformation of Jean Valjean and the drama of Fantine and the romance of Cosette and Marius and the suspense of the chase from Javert kept me awake long into the nights. Then an amazing thing happened. Les Mis came to our home town on tour. I couldn't eat, I couldn...