Field of Dreams and Its Everlasting Power

So I catch the last 30 minutes of Field of Dreams on TCM. I saw this with close friends when it first opened in 1989. It was a wonderful film filled with mystery, drama, humor, and magic, but when the end came and it all came to fruition, we were stunned by the emotional bond and the answer to the cryptic voice, "If you build it he will come." We were all blubbering wrecks, grateful for reconnecting with our inner selves and with each other's shared experiences. It mattered... not how old or young or what sex or what ethnic background, every one of us was affected. How a simple fable could have such power can only be summed up by a fortuitous confluence of writer, director, acting and sheer inspiration. I have watched parts or all of the film over the years, always drawn to its glow and shamelessly tearing up by the end. Tonight, as I sit (with a bit of melancholy that my two local baseball teams , The Nats and Orioles didn't make it through the playoffs,) on the eve of a David vs Goliath kind of World Series between the Royals and Giants, the film has just concluded. It has been 25 years since it first played. It doesn't feel like it. I still have tears in my grateful eyes.