Author: Bill Moor

I have my road atlas open on the kitchen table as I jump from page to page … state to state … map to…

Below are some of the responses I received after my recent nicknames’ column. My pithy comments are in italics: _______ Nobody probably knows nicknames…

When I went off to college, I had no real nicknames. I finally had outgrown my “Little Bill” designation around the family, although I…

When I was writing regularly for the South Bend Tribune, I always used to share my New Year’s resolutions in an early January column….

I almost jumped back in shock when I opened the Christmas present that my daughter and her family gave me. It was a Purdue…

My Christmas column last week stirred up some memories for a few of our readers. So I’ll let them have the (needle-covered) floor. Here…

My wife would sleep like a rock if only a rock softly and sweetly snored. You get the point, though. Once she falls asleep,…

I like multi-colored strands of lights for our two trees — one small real one from Roseland Garden Center and our nine-foot artificial one…

I drew a few curious looks as I sat on the hood of my car in the Kroc Center’s parking lot and watched a…

“It must be great being a man during Thanksgiving,” my wife grumbled while preparing The Big Meal. Well,  yes, it is, I mouthed to…

On our recent trip to Florida (before the bombardment of snow), I didn’t get to drive much. I couldn’t complain. We were traveling with…

My wife cleaned out her car the other day. Bravo, I said. But then she started glaring over at my baby — my 2005…

I didn’t glimpse any shotgun barrels aimed our way but I certainly saw the sign beyond a vast pile of hurricane debris outside the…

I sat around with two buddies the other day and instead of discussing our aches and pains, our lousy golf swings and our wives’…

Well, our old canoe has been transported back to the family lake cottage, which means my back might finally recover — and I now…

Do you remember that beer commercial that unveiled  “the most interesting man in the world”? I thought the bearded, suave guy looked more like some…

Some lasting thoughts after Sunday’s last home game for the Chicago Cub — 8-1 winners over the Cincinnati Reds:  A little girl cried when…

As I pulled my T-shirt down over my head, I thought I was being assaulted by some kind of small rodent or reptile. Instead,…

I was looking down for my water bottle as we went around a curve on our tandem bike when my wife suddenly yelled, “Watch…

I’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…