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I walk out of the cornfield. Of course, I do.
“If you build it, they will come,” I say. Naturally.
The camera phone is rolling. So, probably, are my wife’s eyes. I do hear her giggle.
“When I take a picture of you,” she says, “I would like you not to be taking a selfie.”
I do not pause. I emerge in the outfield.
“Is this heaven?” I say.
No, this is Iowa. And, yes, I am being corny. (Sorry.) This is 2018 and Dyersville and the Field of Dreams, and this is fun.