Planes, Pines, Birds, and the Lake

by   May 1, 2026 with No Comments

By Roger Barbee

Today’s morning ride was a cold one which is all-too common in many springs. The sun was just clearing the spit of Lake Norman we live by, and planes busily passed overhead on their way to Charlotte Douglas International Airport. The landing traffic here is steady, but not heavy, and I enjoy watching the massive machines seemingly float across our part of the world as they glide into the airport southwest of us. The planes come in from the east at about 1,000 feet and some bank for their landing and others directly approach it, but I enjoy watching them all, especially the larger international planes which, at first glance, appear not to be moving but hovering above in the golden hued morning light. While my view of the air traffic is a relaxed one, I’m sure the workers in the airports and control stations must be hard at work to keep up with all the coming and going. So much technology and human work is involved in accomplishing what I leisurely watch on many morning rides.

But the man-made flights are not the only ones this morning. Across the street is a flock of crows, their rich blackness almost too large for the landscape. They fly from pine top to pine top while telling each other some morning news. Lower to the ground are the robins who, after having established territory, busily build nests made of mud and pine needles which are almost perfect circles.  Behind me the resident mocking bird, named Atticus, announces its presence from the holly tree while the smaller Carolina wren challenges with its own high and melodious volume.

But my attention is held by the bird box attached to a tree directly in front of me. In the past nesting seasons it has been the home of titmice; however, this year its tenants are brown-headed nuthatches or bluebirds. I can’t decide which because there is a dispute going on over who has rights to the bird box. I watch as I ride and note that the small nuthatch seems to have the upper hand because one of the pair occupies the box-its small brown head protrudes from the entry hole and its mate calls from a near-by tree. But the usually timid bluebirds are not giving up and one of them flies from the roof of the box to a tree and back again to scold the brown-headed nuthatch in the box. It is a back and forth with much bird communication between each pair and harsher notes aimed at the opposing pair. I ride and watch. Eventually the bluebirds leave, the one nuthatch remains in the box, and the other glides over from its perch on the tree to take dominion over the box as it sits on the roof.

And while I have watched this dispute in nature, planes continued their approach for landing  at the airport over thirty miles from where I ride. Certainly the speed, the size, the noise, and more features of the planes overshadow those of the crow, the mockingbird, the nuthatch, the blue bird, and the other birds in every way.  The planes provide a service as does the lake I live on with its shoreline of 520 miles. It provides power for citizens of this state, and most civic leaders and other people extol the lakes economic benefits. In 1959 Duke Power began the damming of the Catawba River just northwest of Charlotte and the flooding began–all the way to the 760-elevation line when the lake is at full pond. All this and more for progress we are told, and some of that argument has merit, but not all.

The 42 pine trees in our front yard prohibit us from having a manicured lawn like our neighbors. More than once we have been advised that, if we removed the trees, we could have an overly sculpted, sprayed, and un-natural shade of green grass. That may be true, but we then would be trading the birds, the shade in summer’s hot western sun, the butterflies, and all the other abundant life that, along with us, call this spit of land home.

I have ridden in planes. I enjoy seeing the piece of Lake Norman we live by. But most of all, I cherish the life under, in, and by the pine trees. All 42.

Running and Your Knees

by   April 30, 2026 with No Comments

By David Freeze

The real scoop on running and your knees!

   The old adage has been around for years! Here is one of the variations, “Running will ruin your knees!” Not so, according to the latest data available on running’s biggest myth. The medical and physical therapy folks see many more problems from knees that aren’t on a regular exercise program.

     Research consistently shows that running does not cause knee osteoarthritis and that runners are no more likely to develop knee or hip arthritis than non-runners. In fact, in some cases running seems to lower the arthritis development. Running stimulates fluid movement in the knee which helps nourish cartilage and maintains joint function. Harvard Health and the Cleveland Clinic concur on this.  

     In our beginning runners classes, we spend a classroom session on proper running form. Calling the body an engine, I tell the participants that we want to make it function in the smoothest and most efficient way possible. Proper mechanics include posture, arm swing and stride length. Also important is how the foot strikes the ground. For most distance runners, the best foot strike includes a light landing on the heel, then the biggest impact as the whole foot is on the ground. By doing this, the impact will be spread across the whole foot and not too hard on the heel or forefoot. Injuries, including the knee, occur when the foot strike isn’t correct. After the biggest impact comes across the whole foot, then the proper stride concludes with a light liftoff underneath the big toe. Never push your stride to be longer but do concentrate on quicker turnover or cadence if your goal is a faster speed.

      Good shoes are an important factor, and especially the right shoes for your own feet and the running goals you have. If your goal is distance running, don’t buy racing flats or shoes made for sprinters. Never buy cheap box store shoes. I had one pair in my life, and it was my first and last. The more you run, the better you will be able to tell when your shoes are ready to be replaced. One tipoff for me is that the outside of my knees start to ache late in a run. And finally, make sure the shoe fits.

     While running itself is generally safe, knee pain or injury can often result from increasing mileage too quickly. Make your increases less than 10% per week. My only major knee pain has come from increasing too fast and occasionally from running on uneven surfaces. Choose softer surfaces on occasion like trails, grass or cushioned treadmills if you feel knee twinges.

     For most people, running is safe for the knees and may even strengthen joint structures over time. Knee injuries are more often linked to overuse, poor technique or inadequate recovery rather than running itself. By following proper training practices and paying attention to form and footwear, runners can enjoy the cardiovascular and musculoskeletal benefits of running without increasing their chance for knee injury.

    My last tip has become more relevant to me and others who have lots of running miles. As we get older, spend less time sitting for long periods. Those well-used knees do get stiff much quicker as we age. Good luck for healthy knees and happy running!

    Speaking of those running miles, my broken back still seems like a recent thing to me. It happened on May 15, 2024. I saw Jessica Livengood this past Wednesday, she’s one of the angels who made the pieces fall into place for my recovery. Jessica, along with Registered Nurse Erica Martin and back specialist Dr. Eugene Eline, and a boatload of prayers got me back to running. I realized after seeing Jessica that I have 2,750 miles since returning to the roads. I can never say thank you enough to these people and for the many prayers.

    Remember that the burn ban is in place, critical because we are in severe drought here. Make sure it’s lifted before any burning.

    We’ll talk about some great May races next week and the results from the huge WRBTA 5K on Saturday, April 18!  Look for them and more events at www.salisburyrowanrunners.org

Gotta’ Run: The real scoop on running and your knees!

Aldi Quarter

by   April 29, 2026 with No Comments

By Lynna Clark

We have a grocery store in town that requires a 25 cent deposit for the use of a shopping cart. Therefore we make sure to have an Aldi quarter in the truck at all times. If one were to get caught without a quarter, one would have to carry a shopping bag and that can get downright burdensome. I tried to beat the system by using an empty box from one of their shelves to gather the items on my list.

Okay. So the box was empty because I unloaded it.

Annyyywayyy… by the time I finished shopping, the jug of milk had rolled over two cartons of eggs.  I’ve learned the hard way. One does not go to Aldi without ones quarter.

A close friend who shall remain nameless confided that her husband freaks out if she uses his Aldi quarter. Actually he stashes away several in his vehicle. She tried to reason with him that it only takes one. He made it clear that she is not to spend his Aldi quarter[s.] I guess it’s a security thing… in case he has a buggy emergency. All I know is that this normally mild mannered man goes from zero to psycho over his Aldi quarter.

As a precaution, we stash only one Aldi quarter; for if we kept more, we’d surely go whipping into the Wendy’s drive-thru for a 99 cent Frosty and end up using all our Aldi quarters. No need tempting fate.

One day as I approached the line of buggies with quarter in hand, a lady walked toward me pushing a cart. Instead of retrieving her sacred quarter, she offered her buggy to me. I tried to give her my Aldi quarter. She smiled and shook her head no as she said, “Be blessed and pass it on.”

Whoa!!!

I think I heard angels singing! How does one nominate a fellow sojourner for sainthood anyway?

I pocketed my Aldi quarter and skipped jauntily inside with my free buggy. What a wonderful beautiful happy day!

As I unloaded the groceries into the truck, I noticed a young mother walking toward the entrance. Her frazzled appearance and two wild kids in tow qualified her as the perfect candidate.

“Would you like this buggy?” I asked.

“No… it’s okay. I don’t have a quarter.”

“Here you go. Someone did the same for me.”

Her face brightened and for a minute I thought we might share a hug. I should have given her my name in case she wanted to nominate me for sainthood. Who knew an Aldi quarter could bring such bliss!

It really IS going to be a wonderful day in the neighborhood! In fact, I think I might have enough nickels for a Frosty!

Aldi Buggies

Beyond the Bloom

by   April 26, 2026 with No Comments

By Ashlie Miller

“God is so good!” my young adult son proclaimed after hearing his father (and pastor) echo something my son and I had discussed just a day earlier. “Did you and Dad talk about this?” he asked. “No, not at all, I suppose God wanted both you and me to remember the lesson,” I replied.

Less than 24 hours before, my son and I were talking about how young adults can have great wisdom that those much older take note of. “You don’t sound like most people your age,” he sometimes hears, in response to his reflections on church, God, and being a Christian. Why is that? Well, he would be the first to tell you he has had the benefit of years of discipleship, even outside the home. You may call it indoctrination, but that does not buffet his experience. He knows how he has, at times, let free will and other influences direct him toward more dangerous indoctrination.

We have learned the value of intentional discipleship. Beyond the wise words of a sage or mentor, in discipleship, there is a sense of accountability, learning, discernment, and allowing questions from someone who loves you about the choices you make.

Sadly, too often in the Church, new life in Christ (whether at a young age or an older one) is celebrated for its vivacity and zeal, yet nothing is done to pour into it further or direct it so it does not become a wildfire.

It makes me think of the importance of pollination with flowers. Flowers are the beauty of spring! They beckon the bees, butterflies, hummingbirds, and many other critters to pollinate. Flowers certainly bring us as humans some measure of joy as they adorn gardens, landscapes, and even hidden coves. Their presence reflects hope and beauty – much needed in the grind of life. But flowers do fade over time.

Imagine an apple orchard in bloom. How intoxicating! For a while, it would be a lovely, ethereal place to visit. Probably some really beautiful photo opportunities. But if the blossoms never transitioned into fruit, what a disappointment – not only to us as consumers, but to the farmers and the ecosystem.

Likewise, the fruit of the Spirit that comes after years of sanctification and growth is meant to benefit the Church and others regularly.  Love, joy, peace, patience, etc., are virtues that develop within us as evidence of the Holy Spirit living within! We were not meant to live as passionate, zealous people who never grow fruit to share with others!

Who has helped or is helping you grow beyond your passion? What effervescent young ones are giving you hope and allowing you to help navigate their energy to lasting fruit?

Ashlie Miller wipes the pollen off her porch table not nearly often enough lately. You can email her at mrs.ashliemiller@gmail.com.

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