Cole Burkhardt
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1,091 appearances
6 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 2d ago
Cole Burkhardt’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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I still had yet to give my dogs their second walk, which I always did right before sundown, and I decided to take a slightly different route.
Before grabbing their leashes, I rummaged through my closet, eventually finding the high-powered flashlight I normally use for camping trips.
I clipped it to my belt, then leashed up my two dogs and headed out the door.
The wash was pretty easy to circumnavigate.
All I had to do was go west to the crossroads, walk one block north, and then take the next street east.
There was no dead end on that street because it had a bridge that led over the wash, and conveniently, the bridge was right near the strip mall that the mural had been painted onto.
When I arrived, I looked around, then stepped off the sidewalk, leading my dogs towards the west side of the building.
My eldest dog, an Akita-Rottweiler mix named Beefsteak, didn't want to follow me.
I might have chalked it up to the fact that he didn't like walking on gravel, if it weren't for the fact that Nugget, my much younger Yorkshire Terrier, wouldn't follow me either.
Nugget was a trailblazer, she was naturally curious, and insisted on investigating every little thing that drew her attention.
She had never been averse to exploring a new area, but for some reason, she would not go near this building.
I gently tugged the leashes and called their names, but they wouldn't follow me.
Beefsteak even went so far as to flop down on the ground and make himself dead weight.
They weren't going to budge, and I didn't want to force them into going somewhere that made them nervous, anyhow.
So I just inched as close as I could without dropping their leashes, about thirty feet away.
I turned on my flashlight and pointed it at the mural.
was messy, in an impressionist way.
It had the feel of a project done by a high school art class, rather than a professional painter.
I noticed that some of the colors seemed to fade in areas, as though they had experienced a few years of weathering.
I could imagine a painting getting sunbleached within a few months of being subjected to the summer here, but in less than a day?
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