By SEAN DIETRICH Nighttime. I’m driving a two-lane highway. I like two-lanes. I like old fence posts. Old barns. I like all sorts of things. I like...
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Sean Dietrich Articles
To You
By SEAN DIETRICH Hi. We hardly know each other. And I know this won’t mean much coming from a stranger like me, but I have to say it: I’m sorry for...
THANKS
By SEAN DIETRICH Thank you for holding the door for an old woman at Cracker Barrel. You must’ve been fourteen, you were with friends. You were...
Friends
By SEAN DIETRICH It’s late night. She’s driving on an empty highway. The radio is playing something lively. She’s heading toward South Carolina. A...
The Opry
By SEAN DIETRICH Iremember going to see the Grand Ole Opry as a boy. My father drove through the busy city of Nashville. I was five, he was...
RISE
By SEAN DIETRICH I am on the beach alone. I am watching the sun lift itself high above the horizon, driving the dark away. The blue-purple morning...
Otis Campbell
By SEAN DIETRICH Currently, as I write this, a dog is sleeping on my feet. His name is Otis Campbell. He is black and white, 90 pounds, a Capricorn...
HASH BROWNS
By SEAN DIETRICH Waffle House was slow. It was late when we pulled in. We needed hash browns. Stat. My wife and I walked into the arctic air of the...
The Storm
By SEAN DIETRICH Well, the hurricane is approaching. It’s morning, and the first thing I hear in my mother-in-law’s house is the blaring Weather...