Welcome to Moor and More. Former South Bend Tribune columnist and sports editor Bill Moor captains this effort to bring you compelling stories. He is getting plenty of help from other retired journalists he worked beside and other talented writers from the area. We are hoping you become a regular reader and that we give you reasons to ponder, act or just smile.
- A place called Hope: Loons, lobster and lots of Maine memoriesby Mary Rita Schilke SillMy husband and I boarded the Southwest flight in Portland, Maine, and took our seats second row from the front on the left side of…
- Moor or Less: A close call for coaching legend (and careless cyclist)by Bill MoorI was looking down for my water bottle as we went around a curve on our tandem bike when my wife suddenly yelled, “Watch where…
- Inches away from my moving car, this guy didn’t even careby Wayne FaldaHere is how it went: I was driving north on Cassopolis Rd., near Simonton Lake. Two guys — buddies — walked across the four-lane. …
- When a company deals with my wife, don’t put my name on the envelopeby Bill BilinskiWhen you’ve been around someone for 40 years, you just know. Your gut can predict a reaction and the subsequent discussion. I was just glad…
- Moor or less: The Monday morning quarterbacks aren’t whispering anymoreby Bill MoorI’ve never been much of a Monday morning quarterback. For a quarter of a century, I did my second-guessing on Sundays. I covered Notre Dame…
- Heroic (and fictional) Chip Hilton would be a tough fit in today’s college sportsby Ken BradfordOne of my first sports heroes was pure fiction. Chip Hilton was the main character in a series of books written by Clair Bee back…
- A familiar coffee cup put a smile on a homesick Border Patrol agent’s faceby Charlie SpiherAs I recall, a warm winter day from some years back in mountainous rural Arizona a few miles from the border to Mexico, I was…
- Moor or less: Two churches sponsor a race while talking about raceby Bill MoorA few fast runners led the way, followed by a bunch of dedicated joggers and then a lot of carefree walkers at last Saturday’s 5K…
- How many words will you need for your legacy?by Ken BradfordA few years ago, my mother and I were talking about death. She had passed her 90th birthday, and she was surprised that she had…
- A lot of heroes saved a disheartened kid on this afternoonby Linda Mullen ClevengerOn Oct. 10, 2021, a Sunday afternoon, a nice-looking, young man walked into the Bell-Mart B.P gas station in Bremen where I was working part-time. …
- Moor or less: Woody was always a presence in the pressboxby Bill MoorLast week, the South Bend Cubs named the pressbox at Four Winds Field after the late Forrest “Woody” Miller, my old comrade at the Tribune….
- We all need to stop yelling “Loser!” and be kindby Ken BradfordThirty or so years ago, my son Bill joined his first basketball team It was at the Michiana YMCA, and this league for the littlest…