Columnist John Moore likes the fall season the best. The temperature cools and the costumes come out. Courtesy John Moore One of my most vivid memories of fall happened during junior high. I was standing in the end zone prior to the start of a football game. I could...
Ever have one of those moments where something in your head says you need to do something, but you’re not sure why? Recently, a memory I have of my grandfather cooking on a charcoal grill sparked that little voice to give me a direct order. The instructions were to...
This column appears in over 30 papers in the South. I’m always pleasantly surprised by the number of messages I receive and from where they come. Often, they’re related to a previous column and the person writing shares a memory or story that was stirred by what they...
I remember my parents’ first remote control. It was me. You hear a lot about child labor laws and how working kids is against the rules. It’s cruel. It’s unusual. It’s punishment. By John Moore To Login to read the full story or to subscribe, visit...
As a kid growing up in Ashdown, Arkansas, there were places I was supposed to be found and a couple of places I wasn’t. One of the places I was never supposed to be found was in the pool hall. By John Moore To Login to read the full story or to subscribe, visit...
Auto tune. Ever heard of it? Neither had any of the singers and songwriters we grew up with. Today, technology has taken the place of many things. Including real talent. Auto tune is a device that can take someone who sings off key and tune them to where it sounds as...
It’s been a strange year. Just hit another birthday (not one ending in a zero), but another birthday, nonetheless. My 30th high school reunion is approaching this weekend, I didn’t attend the 10, or 20 year (no major reason why) so it is going to be a...
If there was one thing Ashdown, Arkansas had when I was growing up, it was plenty for kids to do. During the summer months, activities included baseball, day trips to swim at the lake, visiting kinfolk, and spending the night at a friend’s house. And of course, lawn...
Forty-five years ago, my mother began collecting a series of antique canning jars. I can’t remember why this happened, but my best guess is that she came across one that was unique, she liked it, and she bought it. This purchase would start a chain reaction and a...
