Farmersville senior wide receiver Amare Warren is aided by a convoy of players on a run. Warren caught two touchdown passes and finished with 170 yards receiving during Friday's game at Bells. Photo by Victor Tapia / C&S Media By David Wolman...
A granddaddy long legs climbed onto my face while I was out brush hogging on the tractor. I’d like to apologize to the neighbor for his fence, chicken house, doghouse, clothesline, and for leaving the scene of an accident. By John Moore To Login to read the full story...
Ever have one of those moments where something in your head says you need to do something, but you’re not sure why? Recently, a memory I have of my grandfather cooking on a charcoal grill sparked that little voice to give me a direct order. The instructions were to...
his column appears in over 30 papers in the South. I’m always pleasantly surprised by the number of messages I receive and from where they come. Often, they’re related to a previous column and the person writing shares a memory or story that was stirred by what...
I remember my parents’ first remote control. It was me. You hear a lot about child labor laws and how working kids is against the rules. It’s cruel. It’s unusual. It’s punishment. By John Moore To Login to read the full story or to subscribe, visit...
Auto tune. Ever heard of it? Neither had any of the singers and songwriters we grew up with. Today, technology has taken the place of many things. Including real talent. Auto tune is a device that can take someone who sings off key and tune them to where it sounds as...
We need more Archie Bunkers and Fred Sanfords today. One morning as I was watching TV, I tried to think of one television character we have today that has anywhere close to the same level of notoriety of any of the ones with which we grew up. I couldn’t think of one....
If there was one thing Ashdown, Arkansas had when I was growing up, it was plenty for kids to do. During the summer months, activities included baseball, day trips to swim at the lake, visiting kinfolk, and spending the night at a friend’s house. And of course, lawn...
Forty-five years ago, my mother began collecting a series of antique canning jars. I can’t remember why this happened, but my best guess is that she came across one that was unique, she liked it, and she bought it. This purchase would start a chain reaction and a...
