I’m a trendsetter. I realized this lying around the other day scrolling through my phone. As I adjusted my pillow and reached for another chip, a story popped onto the screen about “the latest TikTok craze” called “bed rotting.” Here’s how bed rotting works — you stay in bed ...
Noise wasn’t a bother back when my chief vocation was being a loud and obnoxious teenager. My young and agile ears heard what I wanted (“Time to eat!”) and filtered out the rest (“Pick up your shoes!” “You’re washing dishes tonight!”). I could wallow in pandemonium all day and ...
Brian and I wandered around the old farm where he grew up. “That second-story on that section of the house wasn’t there when we were kids. We’d climb out a bedroom window on the other section and slide down the roof onto the gas tank below.” Presumably when his mom wasn’t watching. ...
Summertime is grilling time. Technically wintertime is too. I have fired up the grill in the dead of winter. Snowflake-flavored barbecued chicken breasts taste just as wonderful as mosquito flavor does in the summer. There just isn’t a bad season for grilling (other than when it’s 110 ...
“There are two ways to do things,” Terry would tell me. “Your way or the right way.” I contended that “my way” and the “right way,” were one and the same. Or ought to be. It drove me nuts that before we could go anywhere, any dishes in the sink had to be washed. It was the ...
EDITOR’S NOTE: This Burt’s Eye View column originally was published June 21, 2015. Cole lovingly read snippets of this particular column in his eulogy to his wife, Terry, during her funeral last week. Terry Cole died unexpectedly June 18. Help! I’m being held captive in a thrift store! ...
