Magical Thinking A woman, after an absence of many years, returns to her old neighborhood and finds it a little more burned, more abandoned. Through rooftop aerials the stadium’s still visible where the boys of summer spun across the diamond and some nights she’d hear strikes and pop flies called through the open windows of the rooms she shared with a man she thought she loved. All that summer, she watched across the street the magician’s idiot son paint over and over the Magic & Costume Shop’s intricate portico – all frets and scallops, details from another century. The more he painted though the more his sheer purity of attention seemed to judge her own life as frayed somehow and wrong. Daily the son…