November 25, 2022 Moor or less: It’s great to be a guy (and other titles) on Thanksgiving “It must be great being a man during Thanksgiving,” my wife grumbled while preparing The Big Meal. Well, yes, it is, I mouthed to…
November 21, 2022 Where am I? Maybe Gilmer Park once again I have been having a difficult time knowing where I stand in the world today. I do not mean that in a metaphysical sense. …
November 18, 2022 Moor or Less: Of hamlets and Harland Sanders off I-75 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…
November 14, 2022 Moor or less: A car can be a treasure trove of … well, stuff My wife cleaned out her car the other day. Bravo, I said. But then she started glaring over at my baby — my 2005…
November 6, 2022 Moor or Less: Well, shoot, we tried to help 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…
October 28, 2022 Moor or less: Of moms, grandkids and, yep, colonoscopies I sat around with two buddies the other day and instead of discussing our aches and pains, our lousy golf swings and our wives’…
October 20, 2022 Moor or less: I miss The Fiberglass Fish but not its dreadful tune Well, our old canoe has been transported back to the family lake cottage, which means my back might finally recover — and I now…
October 12, 2022 Moor or Less: A busy young man, a Broadway star and two lost neighbors 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…
October 5, 2022 Moor or Less: Of Captain Cubbo, Ronnie Woo Woo and other bleacher creatures 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…
September 29, 2022 Moor or less: Grandkids’ socks seem to go either unmatched, unclaimed or unwashed 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,…
September 20, 2022 Moor or Less: A close call for coaching legend (and careless cyclist) I was looking down for my water bottle as we went around a curve on our tandem bike when my wife suddenly yelled, “Watch…
September 17, 2022 When a company deals with my wife, don’t put my name on the envelope When you’ve been around someone for 40 years, you just know. Your gut can predict a reaction and the subsequent discussion. I was just…
September 13, 2022 Moor or less: The Monday morning quarterbacks aren’t whispering anymore 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…
September 9, 2022 Moor or less: Two churches sponsor a race while talking about race A few fast runners led the way, followed by a bunch of dedicated joggers and then a lot of carefree walkers at last Saturday’s…
August 28, 2022 Moor or less: Woody was always a presence in the pressbox Last week, the South Bend Cubs named the pressbox at Four Winds Field after the late Forrest “Woody” Miller, my old comrade at the…
August 22, 2022 Moor or less: A week with Covid and without a TV or wife Could it get any worse? My wife was out of town for four days on a girl jaunt … our internet line had been…
August 17, 2022 Moor or less: Can you help me out of my reading rut? I’m looking for a few good books. Seriously, I need to get out of my rut of reading about rogue or retired CIA agents…
August 8, 2022 Moor or less: Both my wife and the frogs have embraced my bigger pond I expanded my backyard pond a few weeks ago. It was traumatic for both my wife and the frogs that were inhabiting its smaller…
August 3, 2022 Recalling a ‘Splendid’ night in Fenway almost 50 years ago The year was 1973. Rangers-Red Sox at Fenway Park. Ted Williams was the Texas manager, and he was around 53, as I recall. There…
July 30, 2022 Moor or Less: Feisty and fearless, Joy will be missed Aletha “Joy” Holloway grabbed a broom and looked like she was ready to use it … on me. “Not that bush! Not that bush!”…