Some knew him as "Cappy," but for many of us he was "Vale." For all the years of my youth, one of the cornerstones of our little community was the "Bluebird." And Vale Caprous was the Mayor: his little restaurant served great comfort food as well as great conversation. He was the catalyst for local decisions, his advice and opinions were valued and some are repeated today among the old hangers-on -- "Vale used to say... Cappy told me that guy would get the nomination... " Vale was the kind of guy that people would approach like a respected monument, coaxing him for his thoughts on this or that, asking him for his support on some cause -- everybody wanted to be his friend, and he was. The local high school kids pestered him for donations and ads to pay for some of the dances, the yearbooks, for summer jobs. And Vale was there for them all. "Cappy's Place" was the beaker where all was mixed, and we all drank from it.
How do we measure the worth of a long and contributing life, one that touched all of us, made us all better for the experience? Such things are priceless, with limitless value. And that was Vale Caprous. God rest you, Cappy.