Opinion

LIFE IN THE COLE BIN

By Burton W. Cole   In the interest of scouting impending disasters so I know when to hide, I discovered a distressing article entitled, “How to Get Your Husband to Help at Home.” There still may be time to head off this debacle.

LIFE IN THE COLE BIN

By Burton W. Cole   “Congratulations to all the new dads out there. I got you a gift — “Grandpa Burt’s List of Words to Watch Out For When the Wee Ones Warble." * "DA-DA": Traditionally Baby's first word, this starts it all with a warm, fuzzy wonder.

LIFE IN THE COLE BIN

By Burton W. Cole   Recycling begins in the refrigerator. According to new statistics (I just now made them up), 72.6 percent of all refrigerator space is filled by leftover meals stored in Cool Whip and margarine bowls. The only thing you won’t find in Cool Whip bowls is the Cool Whip.

LIFE IN THE COLE BIN

By Burton W. Cole Men are not mind readers. To roughly half the population, this is not news. The other half hasn’t noticed.

The Days of Holy Week

Easter Sunday is often described as the holiest day on the Christian calendar. A day when Christians across the globe commemorate and celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ, Easter Sunday is the culmination of the Lenten season of sacrifice.

LIFE IN THE COLE BIN

By Burton W. Cole Rich people get it wrong when they greet friends at the front door but send common folk around back. Life seems to be a fight to get to the front. But we plebeians know we’ve made the inner circle when we’ve attained back-door status.

LIFE IN THE COLE BIN

By Burton W. Cole   For that Sunday evening singspiration service it was my duty to stand on the platform and ask church congregants for their choices. As the mind likes to do when in front of witnesses, mine went to sleep. I couldn’t remember anyone’s names. “Brennan!” Dustin didn’t answer.

LIFE IN THE COLE BIN

By Burton W. Cole Yes, I am a fully grown man. Overgrown, really. But things that go beep in the night scare me. Daytime beeps, too. It never stops. Blips, bloops and bleeps control our lives. The blast of the alarm signals another morning. We bop buttons to blip out the bloops of the clock.

LIFE IN THE COLE BIN

By Burton W. Cole All I wanted was to go to bed. Instead, stacks of freshly laundered and folded T’s, socks, pants, shorts and shirts covered the quilt. Ugh. I hate doing laundry. “Doing what?” my wife snapped. “I sorted, washed, dried and folded four loads of clothes.