A Thorny Fear

Portrait of father-son magic and superstitions confidence for an omen-transcendence in Arles for a baseball charge.

A sports sentimentalism tale, inspired loosely by Angels in the Outfield (Christopher LLoyd). 

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I have an adopted-son (Charles) with whom I shared some great Saturdays playing a cherished baseball tabletop game of incomplete-distances readings of the sportsmanship cleats of inventive adventurism right at home, for my Selfie-age of commentary for lifestyle 'linked' creative thinking for the Ego. Follow along!

CHARLES: Win again.

ME: You're really good.

CHARLES: When's this Summer-trip to Europe, daddy?

ME: We're darting to Arles (France) with my baseball-cards, sonny.

CHARLES: Can I have your Wade Boggs card, dad (for the wins).

ME: You got it (Facebook-like).

Charles had become everything to this person. He was my beloved (adopted!) boy, and I knew our French toast for Arles journals with my cards-collection would infuse in him a special magic thought for what I knew was the charm of Western (American Homeland) baseball. You see, baseball is about the comforts of ambition, and Charles made me feel like an adult, a father who'd offer him some Earthling wisdom of the incomplete-bureaucracy arts of what made the game really cool (Facebook-like).

CHARLES: Arles is really something, daddy.

ME: You are right.

CHARLES: The people here really like your cards, man.

ME: You are right.

CHARLES: Did you see that weird flying object above our heads?

ME: I saw it too, Charles...stay close to me...there's something not right.

CHARLES: Maybe it's the Boogeyman, dad!

ME: Facebook-like (ok).

There was a Boogeyman for that French trip, and only Charles and I beheld its scarecrow-like creepy-view for dark readings of superstitions that Summer in Arles (damn). What did he want? I knew to keep Charles close and get home and safe to the States and write-up some reflection of the omens of Earth and the goosebumps of weird rattles shaking our otherwise sane consciousness for everyday-life and baseball (wow). That's why I'm writing this; and Charles and I continue to enjoy our baseball fantasies and think-back on that French ghost dark magic as simply something to overlook...as Earthlings (Selfie-like!).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)