Sanchez hit .274/.330/.485 with 18 home runs and 62 RBI combined at Double-A Trenton and Triple-A Scranton-Wilkes Barre last season.
Flowers, 29, has played his entire career with the Chicago White Sox and is a career .223 hitter with 46 home runs.
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West Monroe for at least 20 years.(Photo: Courtesy)
The huge, colorful flowers that move in the breeze at Wood and Trenton streets in West Monroe have been plucked — temporarily.
Brooke Foy said the sculpture will be removed for about a week, depending on if she hits any snags, so it can be repainted to its original colors and parts that allow movement can be replaced. Her company ARROW Public Art will do the restoration work.
Created by Edmund Williamson, the sculpture has been located in downtown West Monroe for at least 20 years. Downtown West Monroe Revitalization Group will fund the work.
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West Monroe Parks and Recreation Director Doug Seegers said the project is part of an overall downtown beautification effort for which the city of West Monroe, the West Monroe-West Ouachita Chamber of Commerce and the revitalization group have partnered.
Seegers said the city of West Monroe provided new landscaping in this area and added a Little Library on the Alley that was designed, built and donated by local craftsman Johnny Cascio.
As a fundraiser for the restoration, Newk's Eatery, 811 Splane Drive, West Monroe, will donate 10 percent of pre-tax sales between 5 p.m. and 9 p.m. Nov. 14 on orders.
Charlie could think about were the tragic cases of Jasleen Bannerjee -- she could summon lightning, but she wasn't immune to it -- and Trenton Smythe, who flew up so high and fast that he shot out to space and never returned. It would be bad enough if his ability were something floral. The idea of dying from it was mortifying. It can't be, Charlie thought. Something must be wrong with me.
His mother arrived ten minutes later. In the interval, Mrs. Wong's brown and beige den had transformed into a florist's Technicolor dream.
"How beautiful," his mother exclaimed.
Charlie burst into tears. Forget-me-nots accumulated around them in cobalt drifts.
"What's wrong with me?" he sobbed.
Charlie hadn't shown any outward signs of puberty, a known requirement for manifesting. He had yet to fill out his muscles or pop any pimples, and baby fat rounded his cheeks. The school choir director kept trying to recruit him to sing soprano.
"This can't be my ability!" Charlie's voice scraped low, confirming what the flowers had hinted at.
"Don't be silly! What else could it be? Let's pack up your violin and get you a check-up."
At the clinic, Charlie was assigned to a counselor who introduced herself as "Miss Yaro, specialist in early-stage manifestation."
Charlie thought she was rather pretty with her straight, chestnut-colored hair and green eyes, though not as lovely as Amelie and far too old for his tastes.
"Congratulations, Charlie! How are you feeling?"
"I'm making flowers."
"Yes, you have an unusual talent."
"Unusual? This is the dumbest thing I've ever heard of! I can't fight bad guys like Nawemi. I can't help sick people or fly through tornadoes. I'm useless!"
"I understand your feelings," Miss Yaro said. "But the fact remains, this is the ability you have. Not everyone can be a war hero. Besides, Nawemi always tells me that he hates the violence he inflicts."
"You know him?"
Miss Yaro smiled. "We went to school together. Now, let's start teaching you to control your manifestations."
"Do I have to?"
"If you can't control your abilities, you could become a danger to others and yourself."
Charlie raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe not to others, but you did almost choke."
"What about drugs to stop manifestations? I read about those when we were driving over."
Miss Yaro shook her head. "They're intended for extreme cases, and they come with bad side effects."
"Those drugs aren't meant for you, Charlie. Live with your ability for a while. Get to know it. You might find it easier to manage than you think."
But Charlie was determined that he wouldn't. He let her load the edocs and videos about breathing exercises onto his phone, though he had no intention of watching them. He didn't want to meditate his way to perfect flowers. If he was cursed to have the world's most pathetic ability, he was going to make sure nobody knew about it.
That night, after Charlie ate dinner and finished his homework, his parents sat down to talk with him. This was obviously one of those conversations that deserved a Formal Title.
"So you're becoming a man," his father said, eliciting a massive eye-roll from Charlie. "With great power comes great responsibility.