The seats were uncomfortable at best. Knees pressed against seats and arms against arms. It was one of those beautiful old theaters that desperately needs a modern redo to accommodate an aging population. We weren't there because of the seats. The man standing before us, his red hair blazing under the lights, was worth the discomfort. We were all there to be entertained with stories and songs and not a few jokes. It was a beautiful night. Sean of the South, otherwise known as Sean Dietrich, never disappoints. This was our fourth time hearing him and he just keeps getting better and better. He was surrounded by a few extremely talented musicians for a time. Sometimes it was just him. He performed like he was at the Grand Old Opry. I'm so proud that he's done that and been invited back. What a guy! So many stories I could relate to. Some I could only laugh at. VBS was only part of my childhood once. And I was not raised in church, no matter how hard my parents tried to deny...
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