By Sean Dietrich
It was an average Thursday night. The crowd waiting to get into Truist Park was a biblical mass. There were too many people to comprehend.
Everyone was sweating through their undergarments. The smell of human armpit odor was in the air.
It was a sold-out game. Forty-odd thousand baseball...
By Rick Moore
An attention getting picture with an enticing headline is often called click-bait. Here are a few of the most viewed click-bait statements on the internet: These Photos Will Make You Think Twice, Here Is What They Look Like Now, You Won’t Believe What She Said, and the...
By Sean Dietrich
We had a major potato salad crisis at our Fourth-of-July barbecue. Someone forgot to designate a family member to be the official “bringer of potato salad.” So everyone took it upon themselves to bring potato salad. We had 2,927 varieties.
There are few things more American than a...
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 stinky feet. Their loud footsteps could be heard...
Reviewed by Jack Smith
Herman Wouk is one of the greatest historical novelists ever. It began with “The Caine Mutiny” and continued with “The Winds of War” and “War and Remembrance.” He saved his greatest work for last though: “The Hope and The Glory.” These novels chronicle one of the...
By Sean Dietrich
Nobody knows when it started. But it did. The first jar of pickles to appear on Aunt Bee’s grave in Siler City, North Carolina, showed up in 1989, the year she died. Legend states that the pickles were probably homemade. Although some claim they were store pickles.
Since...
