Ray, people will come Ray.

They’ll come to This Is My Corn for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll click on the blog not knowing for sure why they’re doing it. They’ll arrive at the posts as innocent as children, longing for the words. Of course, I don’t mind if you look around, you’ll say. It’s only $20 per person.

They’ll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they’ll click on the posts; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They’ll find they have reserved seats with the follow button, where they get an email with every new post and cheer. And they’ll watch the blog and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The laughs will be so thick they’ll have to brush tears away from their faces.

People will come here. The one constant through all the years, friend, has been story-telling. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But story-telling has marked the time. This blog, this game: it’s a part of our past, friend. It reminds us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh… people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.

Adapted from the monologue by Terrance Mann in Field of Dreams, 1989

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