We're two guys who first became friends back in college at Oklahoma State University in 2005. We have maintained a solidity that can only be forged by the spirit of Song.
Ours is a friendship that has survived one's marriage and the others aimless drifting and down spiral into these depths of life and nowhere-ness alike. Somehow, miraculously, always surviving the strain of thousands of miles and with it; periods of brutal silence.
A friendship that will last as long as there is a simmer of life within. A bond that has forever shaped the fragility of our youth and the explosion of time, defining both years lost, and years left... Years racing onward like trains flashing by.. Faster all the time. A friendship not obsessed with it's own legacy. A friendship that will forever be rooted deep in Song.
Nick, still an archeologist, though he & his lovely wife bought their very first home together. But more importantly, they shared in the precious blessing of their first child. Wyatt Rainmaker Coleman a genuinely joyful little lady-killer. True to form, I keep freewheeling towards the lowlander town of Nowhere, America. Quietly wishing I could finally hit this damned ground runnin for once in my stumble drunk life. Your kin in Song,
- Cole Crawford-Hurst