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 18, 2022 Age really is just a number Quite a few years ago, I was at a community prayer breakfast and happened to be seated next to the legendary Notre Dame coach…
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 14, 2022 Here are some of my mid-term musings Recent election cycles are like lingering hangovers. Between the prolonged vote counting and political pundit post-mortems, the discomfort goes on and on and on….
November 12, 2022 OK, I admit that I’ve become a winter sissy Former Notre Dame football coach Lou Holtz knew how to weave a folksy tale and use a pithy phrase. “Act like you’ve been there…
November 7, 2022 Here I am, horking up another essay I have a fair idea how I became an expert on bad writing. My first full-time job as a grownup in 1976 paid me…
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…
November 2, 2022 One if by land, two if by sea In my glum moments, I have found a new worry. I had made peace with the likelihood that, within five years, my neighbors will…
October 29, 2022 Another day in paradise, cold or otherwise One of my guilty pleasures in retirement is reading a good book. I find myself especially drawn to historical fiction and mystery novels. In…
October 28, 2022 An ode to October before it leaves us Dear October, I look around at your grandeur and suddenly feel underdressed. Your colors dazzle; regal reds, golden golds, and pumpkin orange punctuate 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 28, 2022 After plenty of bike breakdowns, my ride-to-work venture finally caught some momentum Certainly (sarcasm alert!) regular Moor and More readers are waiting anxiously for a post mortem on my 2022 bicycle commute-to-work routine. By the time…
October 28, 2022 Life is everything it seems at 70 I’m learning truth at 70 That life is meant for you and me Not only for those who we can see who just look…
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 20, 2022 Mom had all the sayings but words couldn’t describe her cooking A funny thing happened in August when my seven siblings and I gathered for the first time since our mother’s funeral 11 1/2 years…
October 17, 2022 Mine is not the face you associate with an eating disorder I remember when I looked down at the scale and saw the number “127” looking back at me, the lowest my weight had been in…
October 16, 2022 Title IX a godsend to many female athletes On October 22, Notre Dame will be celebrating 50 years of Title IX by honoring the 250 women who played varsity sports at the…
October 13, 2022 The story of Rolling Stone told two different ways Ben Franklin, that quotable Founding Father, said that an autobiography generally reveals nothing bad about its author except his memory. In Jann Wenner’s new…
October 13, 2022 Successful golf: Think like a caddie and don’t get hit in the goolies My birthday present a few years ago was a golf lesson. Instead of meeting me at a driving range for an hour, Ben…
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…