Sean Dietrich Articles

Sean of the South | May 9, 2024

A mother's love OPINION — “I am a little old woman who lives in an assisted living facility…” her email began.Her following message was about the length of “War and Peace.” She is a woman who is as sweet as Karo syrup. But—and I mean this respectfully—brevity is not...

A walk in the dog park

OPINION — My truck cab was filled with three barking dogs and one idiot. The dogs were in the backseat. The idiot was behind the wheel.“Sit down!” the idiot kept saying.But my dogs do not sit when I drive. They never sit. They dutifully explore their space when the...

Columnists’ Day

BY SEAN DIETRICH I didn’t believe him. I thought he was pulling my leg or similar appendage. I was at the airport bar. He told me April 18 was National Columnists’ Day.“Surely you’re joking,” I said.“Nope,” he said. “And don’t call me Shirley.”The bartender pulled us...

About today

Hi. You don’t know me. I don’t know you. We’re strangers. But we’re the same, sort of. Only chances are, you drive a nicer car than I do. In fact I guarantee you drive a nicer car.I drive a 25-year-old truck. The tailgate is rusted, there is a prodigious layer of dog...
A Kid’s Game

A Kid’s Game

By SEAN DIETRICH Game Three of the World Series is on television. I’m sitting outside on my porch with a cat in my lap. It’s chilly outside. I’m...

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A Kid’s Game

Americana

By SEAN DIETRICH They are holding hands. I like it when young couples hold hands. I don’t see many kids do this very often anymore. They are sitting...

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A Kid’s Game

Goodbye, Miss Betty

By SEAN DIETRICH Right now I am watching “The Andy Griffith Show” on TV. This episode is one of my favorites. Barney joins the choir, but his...

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A Kid’s Game

AFRAID

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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A Kid’s Game

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...

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A Kid’s Game

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...

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A Kid’s Game

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...

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A Kid’s Game

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...

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A Kid’s Game

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...

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