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The driving force

The driving force

Columnist John Moore has two people to tell him how to drive: his wife and Siri. Courtesy John Moore I firmly believe GPS was invented to save marriages. Before that, wives had to drive from the passenger seat. I grew up in Ashdown, Arkansas, long before Siri started...

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The simple life

The simple life

Our grandparents had it figured out. They lived life on their terms. Today, we live life on society’s terms. And the evidence that we regret it is all around. The first bit of proof that my grandfather and grandmother had control of how their day would go is the fact...

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Ya’ll come back now

Ya’ll come back now

He left me a message, so I called him back. It’s funny how, even if you haven’t talked to a childhood friend in a long time, the conversation picks up as if you had just spoken earlier in the day. “Remember that location you always said you’d like to buy one...

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Food for thought

Food for thought

They were called, “Victory Gardens.” And they were one of the weapons US citizens used to help win World War II. With the bad guys throwing everything at us that they could, in return, we were throwing everything at them that we could. By John Moore To Login to read...

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Baskin in the past

Baskin in the past

When our parents would take my sister and me from Ashdown, Arkansas to Texarkana, often they’d succumb to our begging and stop for ice cream. The only destination considered was Baskin-Robbins 31 Flavors. By John Moore To Login to read the full story or to subscribe,...

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Name that town

Name that town

If you grew up in a town with a unique name, there are likely many stories about how the name came to be. Also, you know the struggles of trying to explain them. If your town is small, few folks have heard of it and they have no idea where it is. “What’s the name of...

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Fear itself: spiders, snakes and more

Fear itself: spiders, snakes and more

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...

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When boy meets grill

When boy meets grill

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...

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Finding a home for things left behind

Finding a home for things left behind

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...

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