Chris Cole

The Great Hunt

The China Berry tree limbs would sway with occasional March wind gusts. Sometimes the wind gusts were so strong it caused the tree limbs to bend down, as if the tree was picking up its lost berries; like a distraught mother finding her wayward toddler. I can still smell the freshly mowed lawn intermixed with the sweet smell of the China Berry tree blossoms being interrupted by the rich pungent smell of a... (posted by Chris Cole 164 days 13 hours ago.)

The Need For Silence

Most of my friends would describe me as peculiar, or better yet, most recently, as bipolar...and the more I think about it, they are not really friends, but bitter strangers that are jealous of my proclivity in noticing others' nuances. I agree that I spend a lot of time observing other people and their traits....passersby, so to speak, but I am NOT bipolar! They are just envious at my latent Sherlock Holmes-like deductive reasoning... (posted by Chris Cole 1 year 17 days ago.)

Living In a Cracker Jack World

Whatever happened to the decent prizes located at the bottom of our Cracker Jacks boxes? I believe this question, if answered properly, could answer a life-long conundrum; a) what are we really searching for, and (b) are we noticing the changes taking place all around us? I recently devoured two boxes of the caramel-encrusted peanut treat to find the only prize bestowed was a case of acid indigestion, an extra two... (posted by Chris Cole 1 year 348 days ago.)

Callings

I am forty-three years old and I have held a copious amount of careers and job titles within my large and uncalloused hands. I have been privy, or one of the privileged, while bearing my life's achievement on a name tag affixed to a polyester vest (i.e., "Chris/Asst. Mgr."); a job where you could be demoted when an overzealous district manager removes your label's name and title (from your shiny, plastic name badge). I was especially proud to... (posted by Chris Cole 2 years 2 days ago.)

Walking On (Towards) The Sun

I was listening to the radio the other day...Wait, I think I need to clarify things for my younger readers: Kids, you know the thing located in the middle of the dashboard of your parents vehicle that has all those dials and knobs? That thing is called a "RADIO," and sometimes an adult will listen to what is being broadcast and promoted by a "Disk Jockey,"and not pre-programmed into an I-Pod. Anyway, I was listening to the... (posted by Chris Cole 2 years 4 days ago.)

"Classy"

This morning, I was perusing my email when I noticed a piece of mail that covertly crossed from spam to my in-box. I was actually complimenting the senders' ingenuity (how he/she vaulted through my Gmail filtering system), when I became irritated and quite irked. No, I was not angry in the sender accessing my in-box; I was ticked at the erroneous use of adjectives incorporated through out the letter. I better correct myself here; it was not... (posted by Chris Cole 2 years 29 days ago.)