By SEAN DIETRICH I have here a letter from a friend which reads, “My beagle of 14 years has died. I don’t know what I should do. Tell me what I should do. I know you love dogs, so I thought you’d understand.” Well, I can’t tell you what to do. What I can tell you is...

By SEAN DIETRICH I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you. That’s it. You don’t get thanked nearly enough for all you do. And I’m here to correct that. Even if only for a few moments. I hope you know how grateful we all are. And by “we all,” I mean us. The whole...

By SEAN DIETRICH He was born the same year Ty Cobb retired. The same era The Bambino was selling Old Gold cigarettes in the back pages of “The Saturday Evening Post.” It was a period in American history when cowboy movies were silent, radios were loud  and...

By SEAN DIETRICH Nineteen kids came romping up the golden staircase, taking two steps at a time, sprinting toward the mother-of-pearl gates. It’s a wonder they didn’t knock Saint Peter over onto his Blessed Assurance. The children all smelled like little-kid sweat and...