Before I even arrived at the Magic Castle, bar magician Mike Pisciotta not only knew which card trick he’d perform for me, but also that I’d pick the five of hearts. “I was sitting at home, minding my own business, reading a book. All of a sudden I had a vision of you choosing a card from a face-up deck and I knew I was going to do this trick for you today,” he tells me. “The vision happened again and again and again. At first I ignored it because I thought it was just a memory. But it happened again and again and again. So I got up and took a card from a deck I’ve been carrying with me all day. Would you like to see the card from my vision?”
He pulls a five of hearts out of his vest pocket. As he does, another card peeks out. He laughs when he sees me notice it. “As I said this vision happened again”—he pulls out another five of hearts—“and again”—another five of hearts—“and again.” He stops when there’s a pile of fives of hearts spilling over the bar. I set down my barrel-aged Old Fashioned to clap like an idiot.