Columnist John Moore has endured many difficulties, but nothing's worse than wallpaper. Photo by John Moore There are two true tests for how solid your marriage is — COVID-19 and hanging wallpaper together. As I awoke from 9½ hours of sleep, all rested and ready for...
If you wonder how open government laws affect you, think about these basics: The local taxes we pay. The roads we drive on. Even, sometimes, matters of life and death. Access to information through public meetings and records helps us know about the decisions elected...
Columnist John Moore cuts and bales hay on the homestead he shares with his wife. A remnant of the hard work he was taught growing up. Courtesy John Moore Hard work has a way of shaping a person that no shortcut or modern convenience can replicate. In an era when many...
It has been 24 years since the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, when the world seemed to stop turning. On that clear September day, America was struck at its heart — not only in New York City, Washington, D.C., and a field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania — but in the spirit of...
Late 1940s postcard of Williams Theater in Ashdown, Arkansas. The theater was built in 1947. Columnist John Moore’s father, Jimmy, was a projectionist there in the mid-1950s. Courtesy John Moore Growing up, movies weren’t just a Saturday night diversion. They were...
When you grow up in a Southern church, you learn how things are done. And how they’re not done. Some kids learn early. Some kids never get it. Bethel Missionary Baptist Church was a small, white frame structure. Like many churches of mid-20th Century America, it was...
Columnist John Moore no longer has an 8-track in his car, but he hangs on to the technology in his house. Courtesy John Moore When long hair was hot, the measure of male teenage coolness in the 1970s, was the sound system in your ride. Your car could burn...
Columnist John Moore remembers the parlors of the houses of yesterday. Where plastic covered the furniture, fresh flowers adorned the window sills, and you’d better not ever get caught going in there. Courtesy John Moore There was always one room in every Southern...
Columnist John Moore snapped this photo of his back pasture. A place he now calls home, and wishes he'd called home it sooner.Courtesy John Moore I grew up in the far southwest corner of Arkansas. Nature drove the speed of life, and the towns breathed at an unhurried...
