Columnist John Moore and his wife still grow their own food. Something they were both taught early in life. Photo: Jeannine Walker Folks raised in the South learned early that life didn’t hand you much, but if you were observant and hardworking it could give you...
Marcus Winkler from Pixabay Imagine being the target of a vexatious lawsuit completely without merit in which you ultimately prevail—only to find out that you not only have to pay your attorney’s fees but also the other side’s. That’s the likely outcome if the...
Columnist John Moore has some milk bottles to return, but the milkman no longer stops by his home. Courtesy John Moore Social media, for all of its faults, every now and then offers something worthwhile. I’m a member of a group on Facebook called, “Dull Men.” The only...
Columnist John Moore noticed a tear on his coffee cup and himself after a recent purchase at a high-dollar coffee shop. Courtesy John Moore On a recent trip, I remembered why I like to stay home. Coffee. After throwing back the covers from my rented room,...
Columnist John Moore recalls the friends of his youth, including Harvey The Rabbit. Courtesy John Moore I never had more than one at a time, but I had stuffed animals. Don’t all kids have a security blanket when they’re young? At first, I had a monkey who had a...
Most of us can cite a handful of times when we knew that we were witnessing history. Something unique. Something profound. A shift in the tectonic plates of society. So it was on January 20, 2025. There was a drawing for tickets to attend the presidential...
While some in society have stopped wearing watches, columnist John Moore isn’t one of them. Courtesy John Moore I noticed his Watch immediately. I usually notice watches immediately. But his was especially noticeable. It was a Rolex. I don’t own a Rolex, but one...
Wild blackberries. Photo by Siala from Pixabay My father would load my sister and me into his ‘52 Chevy truck, and he’d steer down the gravel road leading to the homestead where my mom was raised. The radio played Loretta Lynn and Faron Young as the wind...
I’m fairly certain my dreams have a drug dealer. What is it with dreams? Sleep is supposed to be an 8-hour window (mine’s never that long) when we rest, regenerate, and arise feeling as refreshed as the person in the Folger’s commercial who throws back the covers and...
