Just Say "No" To Hate Crime Legislation

Looks like we’re in for another veto and House and Senate battle over recent hate crime legislation. I offer a few thoughts here, confessing that I am finding it hard to find the actual wording of the current bills. So I speak of hate crime laws more generally.

I ain’t for ‘em. That is because I am a Christian, or a conservative, and I am hateful, right? Wrong. I hate hate, as a matter of fact. I think hatred towards other human beings made in the image of God is morally wrong. I think it is reprehensible. And I think such hatred is the legal right of every person who lives under the protection of our constitution.

I find hate crime laws to be wrong headed on the face of it, unfairly applied, legally confusing, and an affront eventually to a precious right of free and open speech.

As to the wrong headedness I just flat out disagree that a crime is made worse because of how the criminal thought or felt about the victim. It is important to get into the heads of criminals to establish motive. Hate may be a motive which helps establish a case and which helps lead to conviction. But you know, as regards serious crimes like murder something like hatred is almost always involved. Whether that hatred is produced by racism, sexism, envy, jealousy, or embarrassment is really not relevant except to establish motive, and thus reach a conviction. Is a murder victim more or less dead whether the source of hatred was racism or envy? Is a criminal more or less dead when they get the needle because they killed out of hatred? Is it more wrong for a group of red necks to kill a gay guy than it is for a group of gang members to kill a member of another gang? Is it more wrong to kill a person because he is black than it is to kill a person because he got a promotion and you didn’t? Is it more wrong to kill a person because he is handicapped than it is to kill a person because he stole your girl friend? I don’t think so. Is the murderer more guilty of murder because he murdered out of hatred? No. I see hate crime laws, especially on the federal level, as a way of succumbing to the pressure of special interests to be treated as an especially protected and hence a favored sub group of the population. I think hate crime laws are about power. Grabbing it that is. Using it that is. Frankly I think they are, well, hateful. I say that due to the vehement angry speech of the proponents of hate crime legislation.

And let me ask you, do we want a world where people kill others not out of hate? I mean, what is worse, a person with no reason for killing, no conscience, no feelings, who just goes around killing, or a person who kills out of hate? “Shit,” some guy says, “I just like killing people.” What hate crime is that lunatic guilty of?

There is no way to apply hate crimes fairly unless we make a protected special minority out of everybody. Shall we make the rich into a specially protected group because they are killed for being rich? Shall we make child molesters into a specially protected group because they are killed out for being child molesters? Shall we make the promoted into a specially protected group because they are killed out of envy? Do we protect the Bloods because they tend to be killed by the Crips and vice versa? I mean, by the time we protect all the possible kinds of people who get killed due to hate, we have just about protected everybody, and thus the legislation means nothing.

And what a mess we make of the actual criminal proceedings. Now we not only get into the head of people to discern motive, but to discern whether they hated uniquely a special group of specially protected people. How do we really do that? We do that by making broad generalizations based on prior speech. Or by reading diaries. Or maybe we develop a "hate detector test." Maybe we can invent a hate screening machine to use at airports. Maybe we anoint a very special group of psychoanalysts gifted in discerning hate to decide this for us? Shall they be appointed by the President? With advice and consent of the Senate?

And then, how do we really define hate? Can we really tell the difference between dislike and hate? Can we really tell the difference between hate for one person and hate for a group of persons? My goodness what a mess.

I remember one day in high school I was walking out of the auditorium. There was a guy, a black guy, that I didn't like and didn't get along with. I liked almost every other person in the school, white or black. So I was walking out of the auditorium and he shouts across the whole room, "Hey Gillespie, you don't like me because I'm black," And I shouted back, "No, David, I don't like you because you're a smart ass." That shut him up. But are we really so good at telling the difference?

Which gets me to the most chilling apart of this whole deal, the assault on free speech. I agree that there is a kind of speech that very purposefully and specifically incites to violence and I agree that such speech must be dealt with. However, hate crime legislation tends to morph into hate speech legislation. Because I oppose gay marriage I have been called hateful, my position has been vilified as a position rooted in hate. Well, I’m not and it isn’t. So, if I speak out against gay marriage, there will be a time when my speech will fall under hate crime laws, and my speech will be silenced, and I may go to jail. Look, if some moron wants to get up and call Christians Nazis, scumbags, morons, then let them. If some guy wants to stand up and call white people crackers" or "honkies" or "Klansmen" they are free to do that. If some moron wants to stand up and call gay people faggots then that is his right. He is an idiot, he is wrong, and the court of public opinion will side against him. If some skinhead brute wants to get up and call black people “niggers" then let his stupid self do that. He is only making a total bigoted moronic idiot out of himself. But if he calls people to "kill niggers," then we arrest him and lock him up for a very long time.

People everyday say the most terrible things about Christians such that if they said the same sort of things about these specially protected groups they would be vilified or put in the slammer or kicked out of school or given an “F” for hate speech. As far as I am concerned, if people want to call Christians morons, bigots, fools, blasphemers, or worse, that is their business. If they incite and encourage people to kill Christians then that becomes my business.

We already have statues against murder, rape, threats to violence, conspiracies to inflict harm, etc. Hate crime legislation adds nothing substantive to those laws. But it does create a chilling ripple effect as regards free speech. And for that reason mostly I oppose it.

Joel

Photo of the Day - May 18, 2007 - Edward Waters

Here is a picture of my friend Edward Waters at Hanging Rock, taken last summer. Just another take on a beautiful place close by. The pic kind of makes me think about Jeremiah Johnson! Edward has the best doggon' hiking stick around - made of tulip poplar. I just like this picture. Edward is a very very talented poet, song writer, and singer. You can find his work at his main Edward Waters web site, and on his two blogs, Rambles of One Windborn(e) and When the Sky Draws Close

Hey, if you get the chance take a drive up to Hanging Rock State Park and support our State Park System. Tell 'em what a great job they are doing. And while you're there take a hike and get that heart pumping!

Joel

Photo of the Day - May 17, 2007 - English Bay at Sunset

I was very fortunate to have spent three years of my life in Vancouver BC. It is a beautiful city, and highly photogenic. It is also crowded and smoggy and struggling with all the same issues with which major urban centers struggle. I learned a lot there about what makes for a successful urban environment. We in Greensboro could learn a lot from Vancouver on many issues.

One of the ever present delights of Vancouver wase the array of huge ships from all over the world that came to port there. The passageway into Burrard's inlet into the main ship docking area was rather small, and so ships would line up in English Bay much likeplanes on a runway, waiting there turn. It was fun to try to read the writing on the ships, look at their flags, and try to tell where they were from.

I hope this picture gives you a sense of peace. You can see more of my Flickr pictures here.

Joel

Photo of the Day - May 16, 2007 - Coneflowers Reaching for the Sun

Just daydreaming about the sumer ahead - how the birds and butteflies love my coneflowers!

Joel

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Photo of the Day - May 15, 2007 - Sun and Clouds

Taken from a plane of course - not sure I remember where exactly. I love the light and the softness of the clouds.

Please feel free to explore my photostream here.

Joel

Photo of the Day - May 14, 2007 - Dwontown Stairwell

I took this on Elm Street in January - at Elm and Bellemeade I think. I thought it would make a cool urban image. I'm not sure I took the picture at the ideal time of day - maybe early morning would have been better. The light on the staircase is actually reflected light - reflected off other buildings north across Bellemeade. The sun was behind and to the left of this corner of the building.

You're invited to check out my Flickr photosteam here.

Joel

Cone on Guilford Metro

I read with interest Ed Cone's editorial in the Sunday News and Record contrasting "Triadism" and" Guilfordism." Though I am not a native North Carolinian and may not have credibility to speak to this subject, I think Ed is dead on. By all appearances the real population/metro entity is one that has the airport at the center, and spreads east to Alamance County, and southeast into Davidson or even Lexington County, and including northern Randolf County. I think "metro-Guilford" is a good name for it since the fact is that Guilford has the bulk of the population and the predominance of transportation hubs.

Now, I like Winston Salem. They have a very cool downtown. I love Old Salem, and I dig Wake Forrest. But in going to Winston from here one definitely leaves one center of population and development and enters another. And Winston Salem has a whole different flavor and feel. Our college systems are quite separated from each other. And Forsyth County has it's own growing metro region.

The government definitions of metropolitan regions (and the names for them) change, and as Ed pointed out, that whole "metro area" thing is a mental construct anyway, and I think especially is rather arbitrary in our case. It would seem to me that it would be fruitful and efficient to focus economic incentives and economic planning in a way that complement the actual on ground reality. Work with what's there, not what isn't there. And it seems to me as well that the real progress that needs to made now regards the partnership between Greensboro and High Point. It is unusual anywhere in the country outside of the super metro regions to have two towns of this size in the same county, and as Ed points out they are now pretty much blending together as one while yet remaining distinct entities.

As a note, I was on top of Moore's Knob at Hanging Rock State Park last Sunday - that very windy day - and it was the first time I was able to see clearly Winston Salem, High Point, and Greensboro with fairly low power binoculars. Often when Greensboro is visible from atop Moore's knob it is very late in the day when the sun is setting with the light bouncing off the glass buildings. Anyway, the point of this is that the difference and distance geographically between "Greensboro/High Point" on the one hand and "Winston Salem" on the other is quite marked looking from afar.

Joel

Photo of the Day - May 12, 2007 - Mom

Well, tomorrow is Mother's Day, and since I usually do not post on Sundays, I thought I would remember my mom today. Maurine Sanders was born March 27, 1932, and died February 27, 2001. It's been six years now since she left us, and her four children miss her so. Mom was a quiet person. She made no fuss about herself and her needs, and was always involved in projects for her children or grandchildren - cross stitching, smocking, or cooking - and was always reading a book (usually with the TV on). She was unbeatable in any game that required general knowledge.

Mom inherited from her family a dark and slightly wicked sense of humor. She passed that on to me I am afraid, along with her migraines. Mom was one of those people easy to take for granted, always pressing on, not messing with your business, doing kind things. She wasn't totally kind. She held grudges, didn't look toward all kinds people with equal kindness, and was stobborn. She had a great laugh, well, before her stroke in 1984, and which she regained in the last weeks of her life oddly enough. She would get tickled and start laughing until she cried. I remember more tears from laughing than crying, and I am afraid she had plenty to cry about. She had peculiarities. We still joke - at her expense - about how, with her very very active boys, she became almost immune to our various injuries. The heating pad was the cure for everything. Unless bone was protruding, or the mercury shooting through the top of the thermometer, you were not going to the doctor! I spent a lot of time on the heating pad!

Mom was a good and faithful daughter and sister. She called her mother every week, and after her mother died, her sister Carolyn. She was faithful and steady like that.

My mom died from a series of doctor mishaps that led to an overly lengthy surgery to replace a mitril valve blown out by a blotched pacemaker insertion. Her last six weeks were a roller coaster ride. But I personally reconnected with her in a new way during that time, rediscovering her in a new and deeper sense. And then she was gone. But I am ever thankful for the words of gratitude and regret that I was able to express to her. You know, no mother is perfect, and my mom was not. I hope, if you have the chance - if your mom is still living - that you can let your mom know that you love her, and mean it, and if you can't mean it, pray to God to be able to mean it. You were probably no walk in the park for your mom or dad, well, if you were anything at all like me!

I have a whole set of pictures devoted to my mom. You are invited to explore them here. I picked a picture of mom for this post taken well before I was born. It has those eyes, that hint of mischief, and that beauty that caused one Columbia boy newly in the Air Force, and stationed outside her town of Sherman Texas, to fall head over heels for her.

I miss my mom. I dream about her every week. Sometimes I wake up very sad because I realize she is not there anymore. Often I reach for the phone to call her whenever the weather changes or there is some report out of South Carolina that has trickled up my way.

A week or so after her death God gave me a wonderul gift. It was a dream. It was the most amazing dream of my life. There before me was my mom, in intense and full living color. She was not a still portrait, but a living model. I was able to gaze at her for some time, notice the lines on her face, the details of her eyes, and her soft kindess and selflessness of her persona. It was so intense, so richly colorful, and took I believe so much brain power to form, that I woke up utterly erxhasuted, but knowing I had been given a great gift. I still remember her that way.

So Mom, Happy Mother's Day. You were a great mom, and we miss you.

Joel

Photo of the Day - May 11, 2007 - A Carolina Pond in Spring

This small pond near my house was on the normal walk route I took with my Irish Setter Clancey. He usually went for a swim of course. I would almost always stop on the earthen dam and enjoy the view. I would occasionally nap there, or read a book. It was a favorite spot of mine. The picture yesterday of the gum leaves on the water was taken on the same pond - different season. I was very fortunate to grow up in such a beautiful place.

Joel

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Photo of the Day - May 10, 2007 - Sweet Gum Leaves

I took this while on a walk with my dog Clancey at a pond near my home in Columbia, SC. I am partial to pictures that have colors/textures spread over the whole, and sort of like this shot. And I love Sweet Gum trees, the gum balls notwithstanding.

Sweet Gum

When I was a kid, maybe 10 or 11 years old, a friend of mine from school lived in a house with a huge backyard – several acres, including a great field for playing baseball. He also had some of the best climbing trees anywhere. My favorite, due to the ease of getting very very high, was a tree with these pointy little balls all over the ground and hanging from the ends of the limbs. I really didn’t know what it was then, but we could climb so high – this tree was higher than the surrounding old loblolly pines, that it was just a great feeling. Of course, being kids, we’d go to the very top and sway back and forth. If poor mom had ever known…

I am of course talking about the venerable old Sweet Gum tree, Liquidambar styraciflua. Seems these days this is one of those trees people most love to hate, mainly because the gum balls are a pain to clean up year after year. Oh the things we come to hate for our perfectly trimmed and chemically produced lawns. “But it hurts to step on them!” Come on, a few weeks running barefooted and you won’t even feel it. Oh I forgot, running barefooted is out. What did Hopkin’s say (from God’s Grandeur):

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod

No matter the season, it’s easy to know when you’re standing underneath a Sweet Gum tree. Scattered all around you on the ground are those round prickly balls, about an inch and half in diameter. With little holes between the prickly parts, these balls house the seeds of the Sweet Gum tree, and are referred to as “gum balls.” If it’s winter and you find yourself stepping on gum balls in a parking lot or in someone’s yard, look up, and you’ll usually see many gum balls still hanging onto the tree by their three inch long stems.

These fruit balls provide food to many species of bird and mammal. (Author’s note: on the day of this writing I sat in my car and watched a gray squirrel sitting on a fence in front of me systematically nibble off all the spines of a Sweet Gum ball to get at the enclosed seeds.) So the next time you feel like griping or cursing over all those prickly gum balls, remember, to a lot of animals they are food for the winter. You can learn to love them, you can!

Notice the tree trunk, fairly dark, mildly furrowed, and heavy looking, with somewhat of an “alligator” skin appearance. The limbs tend to come somewhat horizontally off the trunk and are somewhat evenly spaced up and down, to make Sweet Gums, even very large ones, some of the best trees for climbing, as many brave children will attest.

Sweet Gums grow up to 80 to 120 feet, and even taller ones can be found deep in southern bottomland forests, though 60-80 feet may be more normal in GuilfordCounty. There is a great old Sweet Gum right out in front of the clubhouse of Bur-MilPark, worth a look on a beautiful day. In fact, it holds the present county record under the Guilford County Treasure Tree Program, being supposedly 115 feet tall, 49.5 inches in diameter, and having a crown spread of almost 70 feet! I don't think it's that tall, but it is a grand old tree!

The leaves of the Sweet Gum are very distinctive, usually five pointed, six or so inches across, with a star or perhaps starfish shape and appearance. The top of the leaf is glossy or shiny, which, given its star like shape, adds to its beauty. In the fall the Sweet Gum leaves tend to turn a deep crimson red, adding splash to the yellow dominated palate of the piedmont autumn.

If crushed in the hand the leaf has a particular odor called “resinous” by the tree books. That may be the best way to describe the sappy, tart odor.

Often the small branches and twigs of the Sweet Gum have little ridges growing out on each side. These corky ridges called “wings” also show up on "winged elm" trees.

Walk through any field in Guilford County recently abandoned and you will probably find many young Sweet Gums mixed with the usual opportunistic pine trees. Though slower growing than the pines which usually first to take over a field, and thus left in their shade for a time, the Sweet Gum is one of the first hardwoods to rise above the pines and begin the transition from pine to mixed hardwood forest.

So, why is this tree called a “gum” tree anyway. The Sweet Gum tree produces a sap or resin (that flows more freely the farther south you go, giving it the name "liquidambar") that when hardened can be chewed as a gum. This resin of the Sweet Gum tree was long reputed to have medicinal qualities, used for the treatment of skin sores. It was widely used for treatment of dysentery during the Civil War.

The Sweet Gum tree provides one our most important furniture woods, used mainly for veneers, but also for cabinets and boxes and toys, and even as pulpwood.

It’s just a great tree all around.

You can look at more of my pictures on my Flickr site here.

Joel

My Thoughts on Iraq

I have been listening and reading to conservative and liberal pundits, following the news, watching interviews, and trying to get a handle on what I think about the current mess we find ourselves in in Iraq.

I just wanted to share several personal reflections.

First, I do believe that we entered into the war in good faith, and that the intelligence pointed both to WMD in Iraq, and to a certain level of “cooperation,” for want of a better term, between Saddam Hussein and Al-Qaeda. In fact it is my personal belief that there were indeed WMD’s, and that they were whisked away before we arrived, probably to Syria. I cannot prove that; that is my best hunch as I try to put the pieces together.

Second, it is my belief that we entered the war woefully unprepared for the task ahead. There was great and profound hubris, especially on the part of Donald Rumsfeld and the other neo-cons, and an utter failure to think ahead and realize the challenges of transitioning into dealing with an insurgency, or dealing with the almost certain outbreak of sectarian violence. I think Bush received very poor advice, and was ill served by many in whom he trusted. But, since President Bush was and is the Commander in Chief, the buck ultimately stops with him. I wish he would own up more specifically to the blunders that were made in pre war planning and in post invasion decisions.

Third, given time and reflection, and the wisdom of hindsight, I cannot say that I would now say that the invasion of Iraq was a wise course of action. There does not seem to have been the imminent threat to our security as there was in Afghanistan, and there does not seem to have been a clear strategy for post invasion realities. Perhaps we could have waited a year if it was a must do, in order to get our act together first. I think, ultimately, that we invaded the wrong county.

Fourth, though I think that the concept of spreading democracy is noble, I do not believe that it is very practical in the Muslim world. Islam is in many ways, unlike Christianity, inherently theocratic. The unique kind of integration of belief and practice in Islam simply does not encourage what we might call secular forms of government. Secularism is the great enemy of Islam, at least in its present manifestation. So I don’t see a growing impulse towards representative or parliamentary democracy. Frankly, I just don’t think we understand Islam very well.

Fifth, I do think that we have done much that is good, and that there is a gross underreporting of the good things happening on the ground. The media focuses on body count. But so many of our men and women have done and are doing good things in communities all across Iraq.

Sixth, I do not think that we can up and leave. The consequences of our leaving, now that we are there, now that we have deposed Saddam Hussein and unleashed the sectarian forces bubbling under the surface in the region, would be a nightmare. In the end I believe many more Americans would be killed, tens of thousands more Iraqis would be killed, and possibly general war in the region would break out in the vacuum we would leave behind. I think that the mostly Democratic calls for leaving amount to sheer madness. Whatever threats or concerns caused us to enter Iraq in the first place would pale in comparison to what will happen when we leave, if we do not figure out a way toward stability beforehand. We cannot betray the Iraqis who have helped us as we did those in Vietnam. We cannot leave those people to the ravages of the hell that will descend upon them. It’s bad now. It will be worse than terrible then. The global war of radical Islam against the west is real and will not abate because we leave Iraq, and Iraq will become the next safe haven for Al-Qaeda cells. Shoot, after Al-Qaeda wipes out their fellow Sunnis in battle for control of Sunni held territory, they might even invite Osama himself to come stay a while.

Seventh, I don’t see any easy pathway toward stability at present. Though it may be true on some level that a majority of the people in Iraq just want to live quiet lives in peace, the majority will not determine the future. There are so many different levels of conflict, and such deep hatred amongst Sunnis and Shiites, and such a warlord mentality amongst their clerics that I despair of seeing the way forward.

Eighth, it is going to require some sort of regional cooperation, and there just may be enough self interest in the leadership of surrounding countries to work towards something that is reasonably stable and does not provide a haven for terrorist training. We got into this mess going solo more or less; we’re not going to get out of it that way. But try as I may I do not yet see an answer – partitioning may be the inevitable solution but it is a solution that scares me to death.

Ninth, Iran now poses the greatest threat. Perhaps one virtue of our being in Iraq now is that we may be in a better position to do what I think is inevitable – and that is bomb Iran’s nuclear program into the dark ages. We cannot and must not allow Iran to go nuclear. Do we really believe that Iran would be restrained by some doctrine of MAD, and would not wipe Israel off the map, or take out her Sunni enemies across the Gulf? There is a madness to radical Islam, and we cannot expect a nuclear Iran to play by the unspoken rules of national self interest that has otherwise kept the world safe from nuclear holocaust.

Tenth, I think we have gotten ourselves into a true and bona fide mess with no easy out. Ultimately the people of Iraq will have to rise to the occasion, despite the crazed and power hungry clerics, despite Al Qaeda, despite the meddling of Iran, despite the Sunni-Shiite sectarianism. Right now I am not hopeful. I am left thinking that the only way out of this mess is a miracle – one that is not foreseen. We cannot make hope for miracle a basis of policy; neither should we put too much stock in our own wisdom. Praying people need to start praying if they have not started already. For it will take a wisdom and power not of this world to get us out of this one.

That’s where I am today. Not rosy I admit.

Photo of the Day - May 9, 2007 - Me and Aunt Evelyn

Yesterday I received some very sad news. My cousin Susan from LaGrange Georgia called to tell me that her mom, my Great-Aunt Evelyn, had died. The picture above was taken of me and Aunt Evelyn last summer, when my daughter Laurel and I visited Evelyn and her daughters and grandchildren in LaGrange Georgia on the way to Texas. Evelyn was the youngest sister of my grandmother "Nanny" (my dad's mother). I have many many pictures of Nanny on my Flickr site, and quite a few of Evelyn. Indeed, Evelyn was the last of Nanny's siblings. She hung in a long time. I had all but forgotten Aunt Evelyn until a few years ago. In fact, I had no idea she was still alive. But my siblings and I inherited a huge footlocker full of pictures from Nanny, which started me on a quest to figure out who was whom. In the process, using the internet and people search, I have managed to track down almost all of my extended family members who are still living. I took the footlocker of pictures down to LaGrange two years ago after I first found out Evelyn was still living. She helped me identify many of the people in the pictures - mostly on the "Andrews side." Aunt Evelyn was one of the sweetest and kind-spirited people I have known. It brought me great joy to rediscover her after all these years. Last time I saw her, when I left, I gave her a big hug and said "I love my Aunt Evelyn." And she said "I love my Joel." That trip last summer was the last time I was to see two dear family members - my Aunt Carolyn on my mother's side in Texas, and my Aunt Evelyn on my father's side in LaGrange. I am so glad I took the time and made the trip. I have one remaining blood aunt/uncle on either side left - my Uncle Karl in Sherman, Texas. I hope to see him this summer. Evelyn, I will miss you. Thanks for brightening my life with your sweet letters and kindness toward me these last two years.

Please feel free to explore my photostream here.

Joel

Photo of the Day - May 8, 2007 - Silhouette

This was one of those lucky "at the right place at the right time" sort of pictures. It captures my daughter Shannon's childhood personality in a way that a normal shot would not. Taken In Vancouver, 1987 or 1988, scanned from a print.

You are welcome to peruse my other photos here.

Joel

Photo of the Day - May 5, 2007 - Vancouver Beach in Snow

I took this on a hike during my first tour of duty at Regent College Vancouver, 1980-81. This is a color picture! In Vancouver from November to April it is almost always raining or overcast, and everything seems and feels grey - just as in this picture. Sometimes it snows at sea level, though it is almost always snowing in the mountains north of the city, say from about 300 feet and up. You can tell that for example from this picture - a rare sunny winter day in Vancouver. But the summer and fall are worth the misery of the long, wet, and drab winter! I miss Vancouver! Oh, that structure in the background? That is a concrete observation tower and gunhouse left over from WW II. There are several along Wreck Beach. They are pretty cool. Oh, and another thing. This beach in the summer is a nudist beach - or it was back then. Didn't see many nudes the day I took this picture!

Feel free to explore my set of pictures called "Vancouver Days" here.

Joel

Photo of the Day - May 4, 2007 - New England Flowers

I spoke yesterday about two New England trips I took while in college. I was so fortunate to be able to go to some very special places - the Adirondack Mountains of New York State, the Green Mountains of Vermont, the White Mountains of New Hampshire, the interior forests of Maine, and the beautiful coast of Maine, especially Acadia National Park, one of my favorite places in the world. I took a lot of pictures (slides) on those trips, though many on the first trip were ruined before they were developed. This is one picture I took somewhere in New Hampshire on the first trip in August 1976 that I took with a friend from Columbia, Theodore DuBose. This scene was near a trail head I think. I don't know why, but I always loved this shot. The flowers just seem so joyful to me. And that black beetle gives the photo an amost antique feel. Maybe one day I'll make it back there.

You can check out my photostream, including some newly posted pictures of our time in Vancouver, here.

Joel

PS - After church on Sunday several folks from our church are driving up to Hanging Rock State Park to hike the Moore's Knob Trail. I wrote about that trail the other day. Anybody interested in joining us? We'll be leaving Bur-Mil about 1:30 and will park our cars in the uppermost parking lot at Hanging Rock, near the lake and bathhouse.

Photo of the Day - May 3, 2007 - At the Base of Mount Washington

When I was in college, like almost everybody else, when Spring term was over I went right home and started working. One year I drove a truck, another year I worked construction, another year I did landscaping. So I was able to put away some money for the next school year and ease the burden of student loans. But, I always rewarded myself with a trip. After my freshman year a friend and I did a two week camping, hiking, and driving New England tour. After my second year, four of us did a seven day bicycle tour through SC before our jobs started, and then, at the end of that summer five of us went on another New England tour, including New York City and Quebec. Here is a picture of the five of us just before we climbed Mount Washington in New Hampshire. Don't you just dig the hats - and the socks! Get out of town! Here's the caption I have written under the picture itself on the Flickr site:

Joel, Calvin, Skip, Matt, and Bill. In the summer of 1977 we took a two week escursion to New England in two cars barely able to make the trip. We were all from Columbia but mostly attending different colleges. I have not seen Skip, the guy in the middle, since then. Matt, the very handsome figure sitting highest, died a few years ago of a stroke. He was a great guy, and father, and husband, and really funny. We miss him. Calvin and Bill are brothers. Calvin was my best friend in high school and Bill and I roomed for one year at Clemson. The highlight of the trip was one night driving through the night from Quebec to Bar Harbor and having to stop for an enormous moose in the road who just stood and stared at us for the longest time before he moved. He was HUGE. And yes, we did climb Mount Washington, and I have the tee shirt to prove it! Took this with my Fujica on auto shutter - I am the one on the left.

Please feel to explore my photostream here.

Joel

Photo of the Day - May 2, 2007 - Moore's Wall Gorilla

This picture was taken later in the day from Hanging Rock proper, looking out across the park to Moore's Knob and Moore's Wall. I've focused this picture on the ape liek face on the east side of Moore's Wall.

The view from Hanging Rock is pretty awesome. But the view from Moore's knob is breathtaking. We're planning to hike up there Sunday after church if anyone is interested in joining us. I do recommend the Moore's Knob trail. It's the best trail, and best view, within an hour drive of Greensboro.


Moore’s Knob Trail at Hanging Rock State Park; A Review

Imagine sitting on a nice level rock on a sunny day on top of a small mountain, late in the afternoon (early fall or late Spring, take your pick) a cool breeze blowing against a body somewhat tired and sweaty from the climb up. So you pull the sweatshirt out of your pack, grab your water and high energy snack, and settle in. What a day!

You look downward to the north. The mountain falls off steeply into a rolling plain several hundred feet below. There are farms, fields, woods, including ribbon like stretches of dense woods winding from left to right, hiding, it seems, rivers or streams. There are some roads, and off and on the sounds of cars and trucks in the distance. Its fun to try to match sound with sight, to find the car or truck making the sound that you hear. Yes, way down there, off to the right, a little tiny car moves, so slowly it seems, down a narrow band of road. The view is beautiful, and interesting. Then your eye turns upward and beyond, past mile after mile of rolling field and forest to a steep wall of mountain set against the horizon, running southeast to northwest – the blue ridge escarpment! Somewhere up there is the blue ridge parkway, beckoning.

Then you turn your gaze to your left, westward. Below you, your eyes follow along a lovely rocky ridge of mountain, falling very sharply to the north, more gently to the south. Here and there you can get a glimpse of the trail you followed up to where you now sit. You look beyond, a little to the right, and there you see another mountain, Sauratown Mountain, and eastward again beyond that you see the very distinctive outline of Pilot Mountain. And looking even beyond Pilot Mountain, there is again that wall in the distance, the east wall of the Blue Ridge!

You turn your body, and your gaze, southward. Below you the forested parkland drops off into a wooded valley, and rises again quickly to Cooks Wall to the right and Wolf Rock to the left, and to trails to take on another day. You are just high enough above the ridge across the way to see beyond it, beyond to more rolling countryside with farm and field, and beyond more still – yes, there they are, the glistening buildings of Winston Salem, reflecting brightly off the descending sun. You wonder....so you get out your binoculars, and you look beyond and little to the left of Winston Salem, and there they are, far in the distance, the Uwharrie Mountains!

Looking below into the wooded park valley, you can follow the creek line from right to left, down to its entrance into the lake. The creek is covered and surrounded by dark green rhododendron. You can see between the trees bits of the parking lot below where you parked your car. Then a little more to your left, and upward, you see the a craggy triangle of rock jutting out over the ridge below it – that is Hanging Rock, from which the park gets its name. It is further below you in altitude than you would have thought, and further away, and you follow the mountain behind it as it moves off to the south. You wonder who is sitting over there looking back at you!

Your eyes move to the horizon to left, to the southeast past Hanging Rock. Maybe, just maybe….You squint. Your eyes follow the horizon. Yes! There it is! Greensboro, way off into the distance, way past the huge smokestack of the Belews Creek Power Plant, and an hour’s drive away.

Your eye looks eastward through the tops of the trees ringing the peak where you sit, to more rolling countryside to your east. Somewhere down there is Danbury, and the Dan River.

Finally, your gaze turns to the east northeast – some more big hills and small mountains popping up. Is that Smith Mountain, Roanoke Mountain? Where is that map?

You have just taken in the panorama of perhaps the best single view from any peak in the Piedmont of the United States. You are on Moore’s Knob, at Hanging Rock State Park, North Carolina, part of the ancient Saura Mountains, about 2580 feet above sea level, and about 1700 feet above the forest below to your north!

You can leave Greensboro and get to Hanging Rock State Park within an hour (see directions below). Once at Hanging Rock, park in the lot nearest the lake bathhouse (the park road ends in this parking lot). The best way up to Moore’s Knob is the longest way up, the westward part of the Moore’s Knob loop. Parking at the beautiful bath house, you follow along behind the Bath House, paying attention to the signs for Moore’s Knob. Soon you are following the creek up the valley between the peaks of Hanging Rock State Park. The trail is narrow, and there is much undergrowth. Between Hurricane Hugo in 1989 and a few terrible freezing rain storms over the last decade, the trees have been decimated along the creek. And yet, with sunlight pouring down young saplings reach up everywhere. There are now taller than most people. The forest is being reclaimed, and it’s cool to see it changing year after year. A few good pines and oaks survived to your right on the south facing slope, but there are also many dead tree trunks, broken off at varying levels, providing homes, and food, for woodpeckers and other birds. On the trail the leaves brush against your legs. It feels remote, like a little used trail somewhere way up in the mountains of NC.

Soon the trail turns to the right, to the north, and grows steeper. After a short uphill it levels off again at the pass, where, if you took the Tory Den Trail to your left you would pass through the saddle to the west. But you head right, and upward, through a mixed pine and hardwood forest. After a good slog which really gets your heart pumping, you come to the top, to the ridge, where you turn right. It’s still a ways to Moore’s Knob, but what a treat, walking the ridge line, views to your left and right as the mountain falls sharply off on both sides. Little trail spurs take you to special spots with great views through the trees to the countryside or forest below. Now on the ridge line the wind has picked up as well. Trees seem stunted; there is an alpine feel. After another 30 minutes you wind your way to Moore’s Knob. And old forest service fire tower has been rebuilt as a viewing platform, and what a view it is – a true 360 degree panorama of the beautiful NC piedmont!

But you’re tired, so you come down off the platform, and find a nice rocky spot in the sun. You feel the sun on your face, and listen to the sounds.

Your eye catches a turkey vulture riding the wind, sailing along with what seems like great ease, hardly ever flapping his wings. Up close they’re nothing to write home about as far as looks go, but from a distance riding the currents they are beautiful to watch. Then you hear what you think at first is a crow, but it sounds different, deeper, harder. The you see it, a huge crow, no, too big for a crow, it’s a raven, a rare sight in the south, but not a rare sight at Moore’s Knob.

You feel energetic and decide to scramble around a bit. There is a nice rock jutting out just to the north, so you head over there. You explore. It’s a cool place.

Before the sun sets it’s time to head down. Staying on the loop you go down the steep trail that passes from the park campground to the top of Moore’s Knob. It’s very eroded, very rocky, quite steep, and hard on the knees, but in no time you’re down, crossing a creek, passing through the campground, and then down, down, down to the lake and, soon enough, to your car.

You’ve hiked over four miles, though it feels like more, with en elevation change of some 1700 feet. It’s been a great workout, and its time to drive home. A day well spent in piedmont North Carolina!

From Greensboro head north on Battleground Avenue (Highway 220), exiting off onto Highway 158 west to Stokesdale. Pass through both Stokesdale traffic lights. At the second light (there is a grocery store on your right) Highway 158 actually turns to the left, but just keep going straight through the light, which puts you onto Highway 65. Follow Highway 65 , crossing one arm of Belews Lake, and then another. Shortly after you pass Belews Creek Methodist Church on your left, turn right following the signs for Highway 65 which you will take all the way into Walnut Cove. Entering Walnut Cove, and just after the Hedgecock building supply on your right, cross the railroad tracks and then turn right onto Highway 311, which takes you due north through downtown Walnut Cove. Be careful not to speed. On the north end of Walnut Cove, Highway 311 turns off to your right, but don’t follow it. Stay on the road you’re on which becomes Highway 89 North, and which after a few miles joins with Highway 8 in the little community of Meadow, NC. Follow 89/8 into and through Danbury, county seat of Stokes County. You will pass the new county courthouse building and library on your right, and then see a hospital. The entrance to Hanging Rock State Park is to your left across the street from the hospital. Turn left, and just stay on this road, through the park gates and upwards into the park all the way to the end of this road which ends at the place you need to park to hike the Moore’s Knob loop.

Photo of the Day - May 1, 2007 - Red Clay Soil

When many folks think of the Piedmont region they think of the red clay soil. That which we know so well as “red clay soil” is generally what would have been the subsoil two hundred years ago, with much of the true top soil sadly having even eroded away by centuries of poor agricultural practices and top-soil stripping development.

The red clay soil gets its red color from iron oxide. Generally speaking this red clay soil is not laid down by sedimentation but rather built up gradually by break down of the rocks below, this broken down rock then by biological and physical forces getting incorporated into the soil above.

The reputation of the red clay sub soil as being either rock hard when dry or sticky and mucky when wet is well deserved. But the pain of working the red clay soil is somewhat rewarded by the fact that its small clay particles hold water and nutrients well, making the growth of plants easier than what might be expected. And thankfully, by adding lots of the right kinds of organic matter, a clayey loam can be built up over time that is quite manageable and good for gardening.

Some advice: don’t even think of enjoying gardening in this red clay brick/muck unless you have a good tiller.

For years I would get advertisements for those little baby tillers or “cultivators” made by Troy-Bilt or Honda or Mantis or whomever. I would look at them, think of our soil here, and laugh. Right, that little thing would break in five minutes faced with this red brick.

I was wrong. I needed a small tiller for a few small spaces. So one day I bought the Honda version. I am sure they all work just fine. Granted I first used it in soil that had been worked in the past, but it blitzed through it like a hot knife through butter. And though I would not advise doing this often, it will even cut through "virgin” untilled sod. I’ve done that in a couple of places too awkward for my big tiller.

Another thing: these small tillers are great when planting shrubs and perennials and bulbs as well as the yearly annual planting blitz in the spring. Even if you use a shovel or a bigger tiller for ground breaking, these little guys are perfect for mixing compost, manure, and our red soil all together. Just wait for a dry day. Truly, these little guys are regular blenders.

Another tiller tip: front tine tillers will beat you to a pulp here. I used one for several years. It was good exercise. But after a while it got old, and front tine they are always breaking, the belts coming off particularly. Put your money into a rear tine tiller, even if a smaller narrower one. The spaces they can’t get to, well, then you have the “cultivator” tiller for that.

In summary, this is not the coastal plain or the mountains. Good stuff grows out of this red clay, but it’s a royal pain without the right tools. Get the tools. You’ll enjoy years of fun gardening, and with all that gardening the money you put into the tillers will pay for itself in better health and fewer visits to the doctor.
Good gardening to you, mate!

Photo of the Day - April 30, 2007 - My Dad

This is a picture I took of my dad at the Gator Bowl, the one where Clemson got waxed by Pitt. Dad was a good egg to go down with me, diehard Tarheel fan that he was. Though I have many many pictures of him, this one just captures something about the essence of his person the best of all to me. Today, April 30, 2007, would have been my dad's 77th birthday. I know dad would have loved to have known and spoiled all his grandchildren, seen the first grandchild get married this summer, watch his sons hack around the golf course as they got older, paint his roses and camelias, agonize through a few more decades of Tarheel sports, and even go on long photo expeditions with his nature boy son. I so looked forward to moving back to Carolina after two years in Vancouver to be closer to Mom and Dad. Dad died unespectedly and suddenly while we were visiting Columbia just before we moved here to Greensboro. I think of the line in Mr. Bojangles..."After twenty years he still grieves...." Dad, I love you. I see you in my dreams. I miss you everyday. You were a good dad. You always supported me, even my wild haired schemes. I miss our long talks about life. Thank you for loving me.

In memory - Curtis Claunch Gillespie, Jr., b. April 30, 1930, d June 26, 1989.

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Photo of the Day - April 28, 2007 - Hanging Rock Sunset

Taken from Hanging Rock Proper, Looking NW through pass or saddle between Cook's Wall and Moore's Knob. We are fortunate to have such a beautiful place so close!

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Photo of the Day - April 27, 2007 - Pond at Guilford Macintosh Park

I took this while cruising around the county one day. I had never been to this park in SE Guilford County, so I thought I'd check it out. Nice place! When I was younger I loved nothing more than just heading out on long all day exploratory drives or bike rides, where there was no pressure to get anywhere by any certain time, and you could take time to soak in the scenery, talk with the local folks, and see places afresh. Marriage, children employment and such kind of squeeze that out over time. But I am back into my cruising mode! I hope to build up my bike riding strength where I can take off for whole day and just explore, with camera on board! And I hope to do more driving outings as well, so as to go a little farther afield. It's good for perspective. Hey, if you get the chance you should check out Guilford Macintosh Park. It's pretty cool.

Joel

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Photo of the Day - April 26, 2007 - Clancey

Clancey was a great dog, and a great pal. I lived near lots of lakes and ponds and we would go on very long walks together - and he would almost always have a swim. I took this picture of him after one of his swims in Forrest Lake. Irish Setters aren't the smartest dogs in the yard, but Clancey knew me, and I knew him, and we had a blast together. I think of him every day, and it's been 27 years since he died of cancer at a young ten years old.

Joel

Photo of the Day - April 25, 2007 - Pine (for Laurie)

I often tell folks up here in the Piedmont of NC about how, growing up, I always saw the sky through the limbs and needles of pine trees. For me, feeling at home (speaking of this life), means seeing the sky this way. It's just in my bones. So, in order to convey what I meant when I said that, this past Thanksgiving I went into my brother's front yard and took some pictures looking straight up. This is how I grew up seeing the Carolina blue sky. I took this one pressed against a trunk of a shortleaf pine - my brother has loblolly, short leaf and long leaf pines in his front yard.

You can see another example here.

Joel

Just Say No to Religious Litmus Tests

One of the few very specific things that Christians are commanded to do when they gather is to pray. These prayers are multi faceted and include praying for “kings and all who are in high positions.” These prayers are not just for the personal well being of the king, but for the well being of the people – “so that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life.”

The kings that were to be so honored and prayed for were not Sunday School teachers. They were not duly elected officials. Many of them were despots. Nevertheless...

Even if a monarch or an elected official wants to do good, it is no easy task. There are so many temptations facing those who are in power. Most of these temptations involve increasing one’s power, dealing with political extortion, seeking to favor one group over another. It’s not easy being in charge. There is no doubt that power is corrupting for most people.

The Bible was written in non-democratic times. So there is little to say about who Christians should vote for or elect if they have the chance. I have been somewhat disturbed of late by things purportedly said regarding Fred Thompson and Barach Obama and Mitt Romney. Fred Thompson is not, it seems, an especially vibrant Christian, so we should not vote for him. Barach Obama may be a secret Muslim extremist, so we cannot vote for him. Mitt Romney is a Mormon, so we cannot vote for him.

I am an evangelical Christian, one of those “bible believing” types. But it is not at all clear to me that we are more or less better served by public officials who are evangelical Christians like me.

OK, I admit that one’s deepest values will be reflected to some degree in the decisions one makes. This is true of everyone. Everyone. No exceptions. So, for me, I do want to see in my leaders basic broad values that will translate into policies that are in the public good as I understand that.

Nevertheless, there should be no religious litmus test. Is the person a good politician – that is, can he or she work with others, compromise when needed, and get things done? Can the person represent us well publicly? Has the person displayed a fundamental honesty and integrity? Does he or she seem to desire and seek the good of all of those under their charge and not their own good, or not the good of a special few? Is the candidate subject to political extortion by special interests, whether those special interests are corporations, large non profit groups, unions, or whatever.

I have seen two kinds of assumptions that bother me. First there is the assumption already addressed that a man or woman would not be a good president because of a purported lack of religious affiliation or practice. But then there is also the opposite dynamic at work. There is the idea that if a person is a Christian, say an evangelical Christian, that he or she would not be fit for office because of theocratic tendencies. It is silly to suggest that because one may have certain beliefs as a Christian that that translates into some sort of incipient theocratic impulse, or that because there is a kind of exclusivity in one’s religious beliefs (and there is in all religions, perhaps most especially in those who say there is not), there will be an inability to seek the broader public good politically.

So, I am comfortable neither with the political prejudice that some evangelicals tend to have towards non Christians or non evangelicals, nor with the prejudice that many non Christians or liberal Christians have toward evangelical Christians.

I want to see clearly defined intentions and ideals, yet an ability to accept something rather then nothing. I want to see honesty and basic integrity. I want to see an ability to respect and work with one’s political opponents. I want to see a track record of working toward the common good. I want to see an ability to articulate well not only one’s personal policy goals, but also our common local or state or national aspirations. I want to see an ability to resist the power brokers behind the scenes. I want to see an indifference regarding personal power. I would much rather vote for an atheist with these attributes than a Christian without them. I would hope that others would rather vote for a Christian with them than an atheist without them.

Right now, for me, there is one candidate or potential candidate in each major party that seems to have what I want to see. I guess time will tell if either of them is nominated.

Photo of the Day - April 24, 2007 - Pink Zinnia

Ahh, the weather brings anticipation...As a kid I enjoyed planting zinnias, collecting their seeds, mixing them up in a Dixie cup, storing them over the winter, and planting them the next spring. I've always had a fondness for this easy to grow and varied summer flower - and the birds and butterflies like it too! So, what would you call the color of this one? It's sort of pink, but not exactly.

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Photo of the Day - April 23, 2007 - Nanny's Garden

This was taken of my grandmother Nanny's backyard in the early 1950's. I canned it from a slide. I grew up working in Nanny's yard, and learned gardening pretty much from her. But I was not yet born when this picture was taken. By the time I was old enough to appreciate things the garden/yard had matured and was even more beautiful - with Azalea, Dogwood, Camellia, Lily, Hydrangea, Tea Olive, Eleagnus, Boxwood (the real kind) and much more! And, by the way, the Loblolly Pines in this creek bottom were/are the largest in Columbia - well over 120 feet - maybe taller - approaching the size of the world record Loblolly's in Congaree Swamp. No kidding. They were amazing. I could lie in the grass and look up at them all day! Many present owners are cutting them down because of the straw on the roofs and fear that the trees will fall on the houses. Plus the new owners generally have no clue about what they have inherited with these yards and gardens. Makes me sad. But Nanny's garden lives in my memory as clear as day. I can 'see" every plant, every footpath. And I can "see" Nanny out pruning as if it were yesterday She was a classy lady! About the house in the background...if you look across the bridge you can see a large area of ground covered by straw. The owners of that house planted a huge shrubbery maze there - it was incredible. As little kids we would run around and get lost in it. Over time, as the dogwoods and other plants matured, in the Spring and Summer when the leaves were all out, you couldn't even see that house.

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Photo of the Day - April 21, 2007 - Hiking in Shining Rock

I took this of my friend Bill Marshall on Shining Rock Trail January 1977. I love the tunnel effect of this picture. That weekend had the coldest weather I had ever experienced in the South. It was minus ten F in Asheville, and we camped at the saddle near the top of Shining Rock at 5500 feet. It was beautiful beyond words that weekend, the sun, the snow, the shadows. But it was exhausting. The crust was just hard enough to take almost your full weight before your foot crashed through, so it was like taking the stairs to the top!

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Joel

Photo of the Day - April 20, 2007 - The Perfect Tree

Post Oak (Quercus stellata), 1000 Block, N. Elm Street, East Side

When I was growing up I lived about two miles from Forest Lake Shopping Center, one of the very first shopping centers in Columbia, SC. I used to ride my bike there all the time. A convenience store sold at the shoppign center sold ICEE's, and that was always a draw in the summer. On the back side of Forest Lake Shopping Center there was a creek that entered into Gills Creek on the far side of the property, and over the creek a nice little walking/biking bridge connecting the Center to the neighborhood behind. Just on the other side of the bridge, and near a lovely grassy field, stood a gigantic old oak tree. I would either sit down against the base of the tree between the large roots, or hoist myself up to the first limb and just sit there and enjoy the ICEE and the day. I still remember that great old tree, though sadly someone eventually cut it down to make room for a new house.

As is typical of post oaks, it was squatty, quite wider in spread than it was tall, with limbs that came straight out from the trunk, the lowest limb maybe eight feet up from the ground. If my memory serves me correctly it would have been about four feet in diameter with a limb spread of 60-70 feet. I miss that old tree.

Along the way I learned that it was a post oak. I can’t say why really but the post oak has become my favorite oak tree, and I happy that they are all over Greensboro.

Even if you don’t know much about trees, you’ve walked under post oaks many times, and it’s not hard for me to help you know when you’re looking up at one.

The post oak is in the white oak family. Among other things this means that the leaves are smooth edged – no pointy bristle tips. Post oak leaves tend to be somewhat dark and glossy-green on top and lighter and somewhat hairy on the undersides. Often the leaf veins are quite prominent. In comparison to other oaks, post oak limbs tend to come straight out from the trunk. They also tend to be crowded (which makes them good climbing trees).

But the single biggest giveaway of the post oak is the shape of the leaf. After I finish typing this I will do a little web search until I find and provide a good link or two for some pictures of post oak trees and leaves. But for now let me just say that the post oak leaf is shaped very much like a Maltese cross. It is quite unique and distinctive in this way. There is no other leaf like it. As to size, we’re talking maybe 4-6 inches long and 3-4 inches wide. Post oak leaves have a habit of not wanting to fall off the tree in the fall, so often post oaks in winter have a fair number of brown hanger-on leaves. As to fall color, well, the post oak isn’t much in that department. Sometimes with the right soil conditions there is a decent show of red. There is often better color in the Spring. As the little leaves unfurl in the Spring they tend to be reddish in color, and this adds to the diverse color palate of early Spring trees.

The post oak trunk tends towards a ruddy brownish-gray color, and is somewhat vertically fissured, occasionally also horizontally fissured leaving a blocked appearance, the more so the older the tree gets.

So, why is it called a post oak? Given its craggy and somewhat scraggly appearance, and tendency toward breadth rather than height, it certainly isn’t because of shape. Well, apparently, according to my tree books, the wood is very dense and hard, and decomposes very slowly, and was thus used by our pioneer ancestors for fence posts, and later for railroad ties. It could have been called “railroad tie oak,” but that doesn’t sound very good. I like “cross oak,” named after the shape of the leaf, but then, I would like that.

There are a whole bunch of post oaks near my office at Bessemer and Elm Street. There are quite a few lining North Elm on the right side as one heads out of downtown, and there are many throughout Fisher Park neighborhood. There is a HUGE post oak in a back yard on the corner of Bessemer and Cherry or Olive. I am thankful that in my own neighborhood of North Hills there is quite a nice post oak right at the corner of Beaconwood and Ropley, and since the post oak is my favorite oak tree, that nice specimen gives me a smile as I walk around the neighborhood.

According to the Guilford County Treasure Tree program, our largest post oak is on the property of Aycock School, coming in at 84 feet in height, 50 inches in diameter, with a spread of 84.5 feet. Here is a link with pretty decent pictures: www.cnr.vt.edu/dendro/dendrology/syllabus/factsheet.cfm?I...

Photo of the Day - April 18, 2007 - Corduroy Sleeping in the Sun

This is a picture of our five year old male cat Corduroy. I took it on one of those very cold early April days. He found a place by the glass back door to sleep in the sun. I had to get down to floor level and right up close for this. Oddly, the sound of the camera didn't even cause him to stir, even as close as I was. We're pretty tight, surrounded as we are....

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Joel

Photo of the Day - April, 19, 2007 - Trail in Fisher Park, Greensboro

Fisher Park is right next door to downtown Greensboro. Indeed, way back in the early 1800's, when it was decided to relocate the county courthouse to the geographical center of the county, that geographical center was in a low lying boggy area just a little north of present downtown. It was in the area which is now Fisher Park, about two blocks from my office!

I missed posting Tuesday because a big tree in the area went down and knocked out power and phone service.

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My Top Ten Opening Guitar Riffs

1. A Hard Days Night – The Beatles

Well, it’s just a chord, not a riff, but what a chord! Is it not the best beginning of any song in rock music history! Sometimes I play it over and over and over – "Twang”…..rewind….”Twang”….rewind…..”Twang.” Amazing!

2. Purple Haze – Jimi Hendrix

It’s hard not to list Jimi Hendrix for song after song if you’re talking about guitar, but I love the opening to Purple Haze in particular - rock guitar in its essence. There is such an unusual and creative dissonance in the riff - I don’t know if Hendrix made these notes/chords up from scratch or what.

3. Statesboro Blues – The Allman Brothers

The Allman Brothers Live at Fillmore East is my favorite live album of all time (sorry Peter Frampton). They were so tight, so together, at the pinnacle of their game. I love the energy that begins this song. The entire song highlights Duane Allman’s brilliance on electric slide guitar.

4. Paranoid – Black Sabbath

Some folks give the nod for best Black Sabbath opening riff to Iron Man, which is quite memorable indeed. Plus the mid-song lead on Paranoid is one of the great ones. But there is so much energy in this opening riff to Paranoid that it gets into my head, and into my top ten. For people who want to razz me for liking Black Sabbath, well, they actually had something interesting to say, if you listen, and what a unique sound.

5. Heartbreaker – Led Zeppelin

I almost put the longer mid song riff in my list of top ten best lead guitar solos, but decided I’d go with Stairway to Heaven there, and put Heartbreaker here in best opening riffs. Jimmy page could play guitar just about every which-a-way. If this opening riff won’t wake you up I don’t know what will!

6. Angels of the Silences – Counting Crows

Like A Hard Days Night this song starts with a very unusual chord, but then breaks into a super energized frenetic song, one of my very favorite Counting Crows songs. I am not sure which of their guitarists plays primary on this intro – but I like it!

7. Smoke on the Water – Deep Purple

This may be one of the most fun and recognizable song openings in the history of rock music, as each instrument comes in, each in turn. But the opening few bars laid down by Ritchie Blackmore stand out as perhaps the most famous opening guitar riff ever. I mean, what is not to love?

8. Tell Mama – Savoy Brown

Savoy Brown was maybe my favorite band for a couple of years in high school. OK, so that’s a little quirky. I just liked them, what can I say? Their singers came and went but Ken Simmonds was always there with his special brand of Brit Blues electric guitar. I am not sure which guitarist played the opening riff for Tell Mama, but it always makes me smile!

9. Pride and Joy – Stevie Ray Vaughan

OK, so I like blues, and Texas blues maybe the best. This is a great opening riff. My daughter said it made her think of some rich lady stepping out of a fancy car. Not sure where she got that. But is fitting that the song makes me think of one of my children, as I have tended as a father to “translate” these lyrics away from the romantic aspect to the joy of children (some lines ignored of course)…”Well you’ve heard about love givin sight to the blind, my baby’s love cause the sun to shine, She’s my sweet little thang....she’s my pride and joy.”

10. Reeling in the Years – Steely Dan

Also a song with a great extended lead, the whole mood and feel of the song is set up in the opening riff by Denny Dias. He pretty much repeats the same themes in the longer solo. The song and the opening riff has a pop feel compared to some on this list. I loved this record when it came out and still do!

Photo of the Day - April 16, 2007, Fisher Park, Greensboro

This picture was taken late in the afternoon on Friday April 13, 2007. Fisher Park is a great city park, my favorite, and to be so close to downtown Greensboro at that!

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Photo of the Day, April 15, 2007, Birch Catkins

I took this picture this Spring as the Birch trees in our backyard were "blooming" forth their catkins and young leaves. The storms this weekend have made a huge number of them drop and I guess we'll see what impact that that cold snap had. I love catkins!

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Photo of the Day, April 14, 2007, Badlands

I took this photo with a telephoto lens while hiking around the rim of the Badlands region of South Dakota. The telephoto creates somewhat of a flattened effect for the distant ridges, but I still like it. It makes for a good illustration of biblical prophetic foreshortening! I love pictures that are more about texture, and I love subtle coloration. I have been asked about the color. Well, I applied no color restoration to the scan of the slide. I remember it as pinkish, but this pink really stands out! This is what a 25 year old slide stored in the dark has to say about the color! I trust that better than my memory. It is amazing how well slides hold their color! I would love to go back someday and spend several days backpacking down in the canyons themselves!

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Photo of the Day, April 13, 2007, Rhine River

I find this picture peaceful. I took it on a very very cold morning in early April 1978. It is taken from along the river in a beautiful village called Bacharach, Germany. I had camped right by the shore of the Rhine, sleeping under the stars, and my sleeping bag was not quite enough for the cold. But awakening to this view was worth the trouble. I hope you enjoy it.

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Photo of the Day, April 12, 2007, Kimesville

Kimesville, NC, Dam - at the Guilford-Alamance County Border

I would imagine that most of us have never visited Kimesville, a tiny community in the southeast sector of our county, just inside Alamance County. There is much beauty yet around us if we can but wisely plan how we develop our rural areas. I would love to see pictures that you have of the beautiful spaces and places here at our doorstep.

Photo of the Day, April 11, 2007, Reflection

The Former JP Building, Reflected, Greensboro, NC, taken January 2007

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Photo of the Day - April 10, 2007, NC Mountain Dawn

There were nine of us camping on a saddle between two peaks, east of Asheville I think. Over night the wind whipped up so hard it blew over our tents. Our body weight kept the tents from blowing away. Since we were awake anyway, a friend Sherb and I got up before dawn and basically ran up one of the the peaks, about a mile away, to try to get there before the sun came up. We almost made it. Because we were racing against time I did not set up my tripod, and because it was so cold my hands were barely able to move. To top it off, it was so windy I could hardly stand still! The clouds were flying by and the light was changing almost like flipping a light switch on and off. I just clicked away and got a couple of decent shots. That's about it. A nineteen year old kid trying to grab a moment on film. I realize now the imperfections of the shot photographically speaking. But such a scene - and for North Carolina at that! I have always loved it, and it has a great memory attached. The other guy, well, he has become a REAL photographer - Sherb Naulty who lives in NJ. He has a web page, URL same as his name. He does awesome work. You should look him up!

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Photo of the Day, April 9, 2007, Redbud

Eastern Redbud (Cercis canadensis L.) Greensboro NC

About this picture...well, it was early Spring here in NC, a couple of weeks ago, and many flowers were opening up, and I decided that after two years I would start to learn how to use my new fangled camera, so I went outside and started trying to capture some shots. I broke my telephoto lens a month ago, and was using the 28-80mm Nikon lens. The Redbud in our front yard was in full bloom, and the big bumble bees were everywhere. The aroma was amazing. I wish I could capture that - maybe that's the next invention! I tried to focus in on one clump of bud/flowers - but I am still learning the camera settings and haven't got the DOF figured out! (How I miss the manual SLR!). At least I can still focus! This particular Redbud took a direct lightning hit last summer. It took half the tree down, but the other half lived!

About Redbuds in general

Drive down any interstate highway in the piedmont of North Carolina in early March, and you will see splashes of light purple here and there along the tree line, giving the heart a sense of added hope that Spring is coming. This dash of purple is from one of our more humble native trees, the red bud. Why it’s not called the purple bud is a mystery. Not even the bud itself is red, but some see the color as reddish purple, and perhaps growing in different soils it looks more red than purple. But around here both bud and flower are light purple, or at best purplish pink.

The Redbud is actually a member of the bean family. As early spring flower turns to fruit, and as the summer progresses, thick dark bean pods about 3 inches long hang heavily from the red bud limbs, and providing another source of food for a few birds such as bobwhites and cardinals, and some mammals such as deer and squirrels, though the red bud fruit is generally not a food favorite. Bees however love the nectar of the flowers. The bean pods persist often well into winter hanging and rattling in the winter wind well after the leaves have fallen.

In our early forests, Redbuds, along with Dogwoods and Ironwoods and Sourwoods, would have found their place under the great canopy trees of oak and chestnut and hickory and tulip poplar, taking what sun they could get, and offering another level of habitat for animals and visual beauty for human visitors.

The Redbud makes for an excellent garden tree. It’s leaf is sort of a rounded heart shape, about as wide as tall, three to five inches across. The tree tends toward a bushy appearance with multiple branches, though it can be pruned to one or two primary trunks. It’s a bit of a gangly tree, no two looking just alike, thus lending character to the suburban yard. It grows fairly slowly and reaches a maximum height of 20-30 feet at most.

In the fall the large Redbud leaves turn yellow and tend to fall from the tree all at once, making for easy care.

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Global Warming

A friend of mine recently sent to me an article about the television documentary in Great Britain that challenged conventional wisdom on global warming. He asked me for my take.

I have long written publicly that I am a skeptic about global warming - about how much there actually is, about what the causes of it are, and, if CO2 is a cause, how much of the increase of CO2 is due to human activity. I've read over the course of time too much research that contradicts the mandatory opinion. And too many actual climatologists are unconvinced about it for me to be convinced about it.

My view is that if we 1) take serious extra measures to clean up our air (for ten other good reasons than global warming), and 2) radically reduce our use of hydrocarbon fuels, then we will have done that which is both environmentally and geopolitically sound, and will have reduced greenhouse gases as a result. I am also an advocate of building more nuclear power plants, now that that technology is so much safer and cleaner. Taking this view of course makes me anathema to some fellow environmentalists. So be it.

I think that over the next six months the tide will swing; more and more scientists will feel emboldened to buck the system and say what they really believe about global warming.

Which gets me to the hoopla about John Edward's and Al Gore's respective houses. I think buying carbon offsets is a wussy way to rationalize excessive lifestyles. We don't even know if that approach is effective for reducing CO2. And since we don't really even know that CO2 is the main culprit vis a vis global warming, it's silly at that level too. To make matters worse the energy plants used to provide power for these respective houses are not just spewing out CO2. They are also spewing out all sorts of other nasty pollutants that foul our air and impact the health of forests, animals, and people too. And all that power may well be using up nonrenewable resources such as coal or oil or natural gas.

People like to point to religious folk like me and cry "hypocrite." But there are few folks more hypocritical than globe trotting environmentalist celebrities.

Joel

Better Off Dead?

Animal rights activists are all in a lather over the prospect of a baby polar bear being raised by humans and living in a zoo. Read about it here.

The poor creature was abandoned by his mother and the mean ole zoo keepers decided not to let it die. How terrible. As put in the CNN article:

"Animal rights activists argue that he should be given a lethal injection rather than brought up suffering the humiliation of being treated as a domestic pet."

So, I want to know something. How do they know that the bear will suffer humiliation? Have the captive bears been sending bear notes to the the animal rights folks saying that they feel humiliated? do we really know what makes a bear happy? I mean, we ourselves are genetically wired to be hunter/gatherers, but most of us, if given a choice, would rather not spend our days out in the elements. So how do we really know the polar bear will be miserable? The evidence overall is that bears bond well with human surrogate parents. No reason to think this baby polar bear will be different.

On a trip once to the Toronto zoo one time two of the polar bears were involved in a non stop wrestle and play fight. They seemed to be having a good time to me. Plus they got three squares a day (or the bear equivalent). Do we know that bears would rather have to spend all day hunting (and ripping apart other animals) than being fed. It may make them a little too sedentary and over weight (hey, like me!), but miserable and humiliated?

Animals respond differently to living in captivity. Many, if not most higher mammals seem to find some comfort and ease with having relationships with human beings along with fellow "inmates." Some seem to downright enjoy it. How do we know this bear will be miserable? We don't.

I love animals almost more than I can put into words. I am not overly sentimental or neurotic about it. But the almost universal affection I have for my fellow creatures is a deep part of my being. I am devoted to saving habitats for animals to live in in the wild. Zoos play an important function in helping human beings feel the need to save and preserve animal species and their habitats. They often play a role in staving off extinction. Yes there are some terrible zoos. But they are getting better and better. And do we REALLY know that a bear would rather be our floating on an ice sheet somewhere looking for a nice seal to eat rather then living in a zoo? I don't know if we know that.

I have run into the "life not worth living" argument all too often as regards human beings that we do understand fairly well. It is a bad way of thinking there; it is a bad way of thinking about animals.

I am glad they rescued the little bear, and are feeding it, and will raise it in captivity. It might just live a fairly happy bear life as far as we know, and it might just help a lot of human beings love bears all the more and want to help preserve their "natural" way of life.

And it might just be me, but looking at the picture I get the sense that the little bear enjoys its bottle. But what do I know about what bears enjoy.

Top Ten Singer/Songwriters

So just what do I think makes someone a singer/songwriter?. Well, my criteria are that the person writes both the words and music to a song, sings the song, and plays an instrument in the process. These are four separate skills and they do not always come together in the same person.

1. Bob Dylan

As I sit here, with a push of a mouse, I can listen to The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan from the early 60's, to Modern Times of 2006 (including "A Hard Rain’s A’Gonna Fall” to “Thunder on the Mountain”), both albums being excellent collections of songs from the master himself, separated by over forty years. And what a wealth and richness in between! What an amazing career! So many of his songs speak to and touch me, and are so musically and lyrically interesting, that it is hard to know where to even start taking about his music. I will say this though: as much as I already liked Bob Dylan, it was buying The Times They Are a Changin’ a couple of years back that made the ultimate connection and pushed him to number one on my list. Specifically I think it was the “The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carrol” that sealed it. Odd, after so many years with Bob Dylan as part of my life, it was that song that pushed away all competitors in my heart to him having the number one position.

2. Jackson Browne

What can I say. When my brother Mike gave me Jackson Brown, better known as Saturate Before Using, for my 17th birthday, a musical love affair began that has never abated. I will admit that I favor the older stuff, but I’m learning to love some of the newer stuff too. I wish he would get David Lindley back with him on an album. But I want to say this – the guy can still sing, he can still play, and he still has that winsome humor that make his concerts so delightful. When he played here a couple of years ago and started with “Looking into You” I thought I would cry, that being my first or second favorite of his songs. It was a magical night. No musician has dogged the ups and downs of my life like JB. To him I say “thank you for filling my life with your songs." If you don’t know his music I might start with Late for the Sky.

3. Iris Dement

I first heard Iris Dement on Prairie Home Companion. I then illegally downloaded a bunch of her songs (which I don’t do anymore) and was hooked. I have all her CD’s now, so hey, I’m clean. Iris Dement sings with a high twangy voice that carries one over the other side of the other side of the hills, and yet, there is such a surreal beauty to her voice. Her songs are simple though clever, heartfelt though not indulgent, and so very real. she has struggled in her life. When I saw her at Cat’s Cradle there she was in all her, well, plainness, self deprecating, with that great slooooow drawl when she introduced her songs, almost the antithesis of charismatic, and yet the audience was absolutely transfixed. I can listen to Iris for weeks at a time without getting tired of her. For an intro to her music I might suggest My Life.

4. Bill Mallonee

Bill Mallonee is the best singer songwriter that no one has ever heard of. He used to front a band called The Vigilantes of Love, but even then he wrote all the songs, sang them, and played guitar. I have heard him with and without band. Hey, he is available for a house concert this month if anyone is interested. It would be one of the most memorable evenings of your life, I can promise you that. Bill Mallonee has written more good songs than most song writers could ever dream of writing. He speaks from a Christian worldview, but his songs are full of the realities of the fall, that is, the real world, and counts himself amongst those who need help from the outside. For a starter I might go with To the Roof of the Sky but they are all good.

5. Bruce Springsteen

With all due respect to the E-Street Band, which I think is fantastic, I still think of Bruce Springsteen as a simple singer/songwriter at heart. Again, we have a man who has had a long career, and who writes as well now as he ever did. I did not like Springsteen early on. He grated on me. That started to change with Tunnel of Love, then Nebraska, then The Ghost of Tom Joad, "Streets of Philadelphia,", and then, finally, The Rising. The Rising really got under my skin. Parts of it, like "You’re Missing," are almost too much to bear. I confess I am partial to the more mellow Springsteen, but either way, he writes as every man, and what man cannot connect to his lyrics.

6. Hank Williams

The very first LP I ever purchased was some sort of Best of Hank Williams, which I bought at a Roses store after I watched the George Hamilton movie Your Cheatin’ Heart about the life of Hank Williams on TV with my parents. Funny how he spoke to me as an older child. I have his whole collection now, and never cease to be amazed at the uncanny ability he had to put word and music together, and the pathos and humanity of his voice! "I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry" is maybe my favorite of his songs, but I’ll take him anyway I can get him! I love Norah Jones’ cover of "Cold Cold Heart."

7. Johnny Cash

From "Folsom Prison Blues" to "Like the 309" Johnny Cash is another artist who was creative and compelling over the course of decades. I am forever thankful to U2 and Rick Rubin for knowing that Johnny Cash had a lot left in him! On top of his incredible abilities as a songwriter, Johnny Cash could cover other people’s music in a way that brought new aspects of the song, not revealed in the original, and I am talking about many of the greatest songs ever written, such as "First Time Ever I Saw Your Face," my vote for the most beautiful popular song ever written in our language. Johnny Cash’s "When the Man Comes Around" gives me goose bumps, well, maybe because I believe with him, and anticipate the same terror and wonder and beauty of that day.

8. Keith Green

When I was a teenager, around the time I was first exposed to the Christian faith, I had the blessing of seeing Keith Green in concert several times. He had an “in” with a Christian music station in Columbia and they promoted him heavily. The concerts I saw were just Keith Green and his piano. His songs were not finely produced and slicked up – there was a raw power in the piano playing that matched the power of the lyrics – to convict, to draw, to delight, to terrorize. And he only got better and better until that fateful day in August 1982 when his plane went down and he died an untimely death. Of all overtly Christian artists he remains the one that “gets to me” the most. I would suggest No Compromise as a starter, if you can find it.

9. John Mayer

I hadn’t given John Mayer much notice until this year. My daughter Heather gave me Continuum for Christmas, and it took a while for me to get into it, and then, BAM, he was all under my skin. I love his lyrics – they are both accessible and multi-dimensional - and I like his little lead guitar licks. I have no idea where he is coming from personally, but, for example, “Gravity” speaks to a reality that is very real to me as a Christian. I can hear and understand the song on many different levels. Since Continuum I’ve started listening to his earlier works, and it is a great great find for me. Since he is current, and compelling, I give him the nod over a couple of great artists in the “others receiving votes” section below.

10. Norah Jones

Norah Jones is a fabulous artist. I can’t wait to see her here on April 24 with Heather. What jazzy soulfulness, and, as was shown on The Little Willies, what a capacity just to have fun with music! When I first heard her first album I was drawn in quickly. She reminded me a little of Carole King, Joni Mitchell, and Roberta Flack – which means that despite being very current and contemporary she was accessible to an old guy like me! It’s nice to have current music I can enjoy with my children. I might suggest Feels Like Home as a starter – that makes me think of “Humble Me.” I mean a great song is a great song, and that is great song.

Others Receiving Votes

Carole King
Gordon Lightfoot
Van Morrison
Joni Mitchell
Glenn Campbell
John Prine
Lucinda Williams
Roberta Flack
Janice Ian
Sarah McLachlan
Neil Young

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