My story is about a boy, a rather remarkable boy, who worships a veteran Red Sox baseball player. At times, this player may remind you of the Babe. At times, he may seem like someone capable of removing the Babe’s so-called curse. The story, though, is more about the boy than it is about the player. This youngster is like no one you’ve ever come in contact with, though you’d be fortunate if you did. You see, he possesses quite unusual powers of his own. Sometimes those powers may even approach what we might all too casually dismiss as magic. In any event, he is, to quote the name of a popular TV show, a “person of interest.”