By SEAN DIETRICH The hotel lobby is about the size of an aircraft hangar. It’s like a city unto itself. They do things big in Atlanta. There are restaurants, cafes, gift shops, arcades, boutiques and a glass elevator that brings to mind “Charlie and the Chocolate...

By SEAN DIETRICH This is not my story. I am hearing it for the first time, just like you. He is the one who tells it. He is old. He is in a wheelchair. He is carving a piece of basswood with a pocket knife. He speaks in a drawl so thick it’s poetry. There are children...

BY SEAN DIETRICH They called us the TV generation. Because that was pretty much all we had. No smartphones. No computers. No internets. We had a family TV. That was all. Some families had two TVs, but these were rich families. A few kids had TVs in their actual...

By SEAN DIETRICH I hope you have a good day. The entire day. Start to finish. Not the Best Day Ever. No, that’s too much excitement crammed into 24 hours. I’m talking about a plain-old, ordinary, run-of-the-mill good day. I hope you wake up to smells you love. Like...