Sean Dietrich Articles

Play Ball

They were calling for rain. But no rain came. Yet.  The umpires stood on the field, clad in clerical black, staring at the sky, palms facing upward. Modern-day soothsayers.  The sky was the color of a battleship. The air was damp and sticky.  “It is...

America

By SEAN DIETRICH "HOW ARE YOU GOING TO SAVE THIS COUNTRY?!" shouts the talking head on TV. I’m at an American diner. The kind with fried food and waitresses who call you “sweetie.” There is enough saturated fat in the air to cause a coronary event just by breathing....

Buc-ee’s

By SEAN DIETRICH Buc-ee’s convenience store sits outside Athens, Alabama, like a giant squatting beaver. This Texas-based gas station place is not a mere gas station. Buc-ee’s is a dwarf planet. You’re looking at Six Flags Over Circle K. And the place is packed today....

Trees

By SEAN DIETRICH I have a thing for trees. I don’t know why. Maybe because I’ve always been a nerd. I think it all dates back to my days in Boy Scouts. My cousin Ed Lee and I were second-class Scouts, and we earned our forestry merit badges one summer. Actually, I...
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By SEAN DIETRICH One day you will laugh. I promise. Probably not today. Probably not tomorrow, either. But soon. Right now you are a premature...

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Good Dog

By SEAN DIETRICH The little redheaded boy found his grandfather on the porch swing, late at night. The old man was whittling basswood, listening to...

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An Old Man

By SEAN DIETRICH He stands before his mirror, adjusting his collar, fixing his white hair until it’s just so. He’s thinking of her. She always took...

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New Year

By SEAN DIETRICH Lord have mercy. Betty White is dead. She inherited her eternal reward on New Year’s Eve, at age 99. Less than 24 hours before the...

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Trees of Alabama

By SEAN DIETRICH Somewhere in Alabama. A small town with a cute main street, lots of muddy trucks and men who wear neon orange, even to church. The...

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Hug Me

By SEAN DIETRICH I wish I could give you a hug right now. I really do. I’d reach through this screen and squeeze you so firmly that your eardrums...

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The Fighter

By SEAN DIETRICH The email on my screen reads: “Dear Sean, my oldest grandchild, Bryson, is 11 years old and was diagnosed with Burkitt lymphoma,...

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Christmas Tunes

By SEAN DIETRICH The last thing I want to do is sound like an old fart. But some things cannot be helped. Yesterday I was fiddling with my truck...

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