By SEAN DIETRICH The two girls knocked on my door. They wore Kelly green berets and green vests. I greeted them. The two Girl Scouts went through their spiel. “We’re selling cookies, sir,” they began. “Do you have any identification?” said I. They exchanged looks....

By SEAN DIETRICH My wife and I played a game of catch today. We were supposed to be packing because we are in the middle of moving houses. But there we were, lobbing a cowhide ball back and forth in the driveway. The oldest game known to humankind is the game of...

By SEAN DIETRICH I was a kid. My father and I walked into the filling station. The bell above the door dinged. Daddy was filthy from working under a car. He was always working under cars. He came from a generation of men who were born with Sears, Roebuck & Co....

By SEAN DIETRICH I have here an email from a man who shall remain anonymous. He says: “Sean, you cannot be serious about moving to Birmingham, Alabama! I’ve lost all respect for you. Anyone who would choose to live in Alabama is a total [beep], I would NEVER move to...