28 March 2018


One can imagine just how nervous hens in a hen house would feel if the old grey fox were standing in the doorway of that hen house.  Furthermore, how old does one have to be in order for that first date not make you feel as nervous as those hens?  Nonetheless, that first date did arrive, filled with trepidation and anxiety.  She greets me from the door of her apartment.  Its summertime, she’s dressed in shorts…Daisy Duke Shorts to be exact.  To complete the assemble, she is wearing a thin white cotton tunic that almost covers the Daisy Dukes, giving the impression that she is not wearing shorts at all.

28 February 2018


Mid-August of 1996, they are making their return.  Summer break is over and I am once again at the
Hilleman Elementary School.  This time holding the door as they reenter.  Almost three months have passed, next week the students will be making their return as well.  Somehow I have to gather up the courage to ask her for a date.

11 January 2018


It’s early June of 1996, school was soon to be out or shut down for the summer.  Most of the teachers were making their annual exodus towards the front door and you best not get in their path.  The school is the old Hilleman Elementary School.  Built in 1960, the year John F. Kennedy became president.  I am there standing to the side holding the door open while they march away.  Talking of the beach, sleeping late or just making the most of their time off from work.  It was then that I had first sight of her.  I was immediately captivated by her natural beauty.  Dark hair, sky blue eyes and a smile that seemed to brighten the surroundings and undeniably the mood of any old grouch. 

05 September 2011

The Yearning.

Why are some of us attracted to waters?  Is it the need to imbibe, purify or to just listen to the rush of water over rocks?  Or maybe it’s the aroma that comes from a mountain stream or the freshness that arises from Piedmont rivulets.  Whatever it is, it pulls on me, like a magnet to steel.
Once again I have that yearning to be not just near water but to be in water.  One of my beloved streams would be Hitchcock Creek near my place of birth.  My adoration for Hitchcock Creek started at an early age.  During the summers of my youth I would visit my grandparents and my grandfather would walk me through the woods down to Hitchcock Creek for some fishing and nature time.  At that point in time I was much too young and to cross or wade the creek on my own.  My grandfather would hoist me onto his broad shoulders and we would wade and cross to find good fishing spots in the creek.

He was a carpenter by trade, grew his own fruits and vegetables and the fish he caught from Hitchcock were also used to feed his wife and three daughters.  I have wonderful and fond memories of my grandfather.  He was a gentle giant and soft spoken, and when he did speak, a hush fell over the room.
Once again I find myself between the banks of Hitchcock Creek.  It seems to change every time I visit but at the same time it remains the same.  There are rocks in that old tributary that never move.  They’ve been there all my life and will probably be there for generations to come and I like that.  Those rocks create closeness or a kinship that I adore and yearn for.
Today I spent a couple of hours fishing a small upper section of that wonderful stream of water.  The water itself was very low despite the abundant rain we’ve had this year.  The chest waders I donned could have easily been left at home.

  With the water so low, I walked farther upstream to the dam knowing that the deepest waters would exist there.   It did not take long before I caught several redbreasts, one crappie and a rambunctious largemouth bass in addition to three rock bass.  I quickly released all the fish for another day.

It is the first week of September and the signs of autumn have already begun to show along the banks.  Leafs are starting to show those amber hues and there is a fragrance in the air that invigorates my lungs.
I have spent countless hours in and around Hitchcock Creek.  I’ve caught hundreds of fish from its waters.  It has been a fixture in my life for 46 years.  I’m certain if I were to move away that I would make annual trips to visit Hitchcock Creek.

Because of the combined efforts of the city and American Rivers, it will become an official Blue Trail.  Hopefully then, more people can enjoy the beauty of Hitchcock Creek.  I look forward to that day, I will journey those waters in my kayak.

I find its natural beauty unmatched.  In the 10 to 12 miles that serpentine to the Great Pee Dee River, there are very few signs of civilization.  My time in the water today must come to an end for I have to return back to civilization.  The waters of that creek have renewed me once again, I feel contented.
“Water is life's mater and matrix, mother and medium. There is no life without water.”
~Albert Szent-Gyorgyi

20 August 2011

Lawn Mower Man

Most of this weekend has been a time to catch up on choirs and the sometimes necessary cleaning of that which is called “home”. I was fortunate to have Friday off from work, so I decide to get started on the cleaning and housekeeping. Let’s start with the yard. Have you ever noticed how much the grass grows when you are away from home? A lot! The past two weekends had me out of town so the yard has been, let’s say…neglected.
For starters, the weed eater stopped working and I had to go buy another one. Bummer! With that done, I don my mp3 player and head to the yard. I have a fairly big yard that I choose to push mow for the calorie expenditure. It’s an excellent way to get in at least 3 hours of walking.
So I’m now about an hour into the job when I notice something slithering across the yard in front of the mower. Of course my first thoughts are “snake”. I have no fear of them and have learned to identify the poisonous snakes in my area. To my pleasure, it’s a beautiful glass lizard.

They mostly eat bugs and are very fast despite the fact they have no legs. The little boy in me emerges, I want to catch it and move it away from the mower.
Remember I said they are fast. I spent the next several minutes trying to catch it by hand. If it only knew, I was trying to save it from the clutches of the lawn mower blades. Finally, I get my hand on the speedy little creature.
Once in hand, I take time to admire the beauty of it and as I walk it across the yard to the safety of the nearby woods, what do I get for my efforts to save a life…a swift bite on the finger. My first reaction was to pull away which made the bite worse. The little fellow actually drew blood. However, he now roams free and I’m sure he’s boasting to his other lizard friends how he escaped the clutches of the human.
Nature is awesome and I encourage you to get out and explore it. Sometimes it’s right there in your own yard.
“A man is related to all nature.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~

28 April 2011

The water never stops flowing...

Like a lot of areas in our life, the river is overflowing and hurrying along. It’s sometimes at a rate that’s hard to keep up with. At times, it seems that we may not be able to make the trip down that river. Rough waters await and we feel uneasy or apprehensive about our journey. Yet, at the same time we are excited about what will unfold around the next bend, what beautiful sights we will behold on the river of life.
Uwharrie River 2009

As I look at the picture, I see that the trees are budding with new life and the earth is becoming new again. It’s almost as if the river is washing away the old and ushering in the new. Just ahead of me are two friends. They are there for the same reason I am. To experience life, to share in the beauty of this place we call home. I also look at them and realize they are there to catch me if I capsize, to save me from the waters, to make sure I complete my journey and experience. We are all bound by the same spirit, or force that once created the river. Finally, I look at the picture and see the beautiful blue sky. It is filled with that spirit or force that connects us to every living creature. It’s overlooking all that we do, all of the time. It is the bond that unites us with the river. By paddling down this river I am experiencing life and by sitting on the bank I’m watching life go by. Both have their qualities and benefits. I would prefer to experience life as I drift down the river.