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Beating Hermine to the punch … elephants “rapidly declining” … you can help save Charlotte’s vanishing tree canopy


If it rains, I walk

When I was a kid, my parents probably admonished me to come in out of the rain. But as with most of their well-intended lectures – ‘study hard in school,’ ‘eat your vegetables,’ et al – it went through one of my ears and out the other.

Even today I didn’t seek shelter from the storm. Indeed, it pushed me outside. That’s because in the event of an old fashioned gully washer (as my grandfather used to call them) all the junk strewn about in gutters can wash directly into storm sewers and into streams and lakes.


Go ahead, Hermine, do your best. I beat you today before you could dispense your liquid wrath.

The intent is to capture and corral junk before it escapes containment. (I’m not a complete idiot, however. If the forecast or radar shows imminent precipitation, I’m out the door to beat the downpour.)


So I watched the path of Tropical Storm Hermine closely; when she veered toward the Piedmont that was my signal to grab a bag and go. For once, I beat the rain to the punch.

Elephants going the way of the Dodo?

Bad news out of Africa: poachers are taking out elephants at a rate of 8 percent per year.

According to the Associated Press, the “animals are in danger of being wiped out as international and domestic ivory trades drive poachers across the continent.” The AP reports the number of majestic animals are “rapidly declining.”

This is according to an 18 African nation aerial survey funded by Paul Allen, co-founder of Microsoft.

Don’t buy ivory, folks. Save the elephant.

You can do something about Charlotte’s dwindling tree canopy

Sure, I may not be a local, but in my 10-plus years in Charlotte, the decline of the city’s tree canopy has been obvious as developers hack down or bulldoze trees to make room for ‘progress.’

What can be done about it? Well, you can attend this year’s Urban Forestry Summit Sept. 20 at the UNC Charlotte Center city. The summit is hosted by the nonprofit TreesCharlotte.

Main speakers include those from the U.S. Forest Service and The Conservation Fund. The summit coincides with the tree planting season from October through March.

For more details or to register, visit Registration is limited to 300 participants.

Charlotte can hardly be alone in the loss of trees. No doubt you could complete this sentence ‘______________ suffers from a loss of its tree canopy’ with the name of any other large city.


About Dave Bradley (264 Articles)
I was a writer by trade so one would think letters would come easily for me. It is so now, but wasn't always that way. Indeed, the first letter was written the Monday after Ellen started her freshman year in college. For years I've wondered - with no good answers - why I swiveled my office chair toward my computer screen to fire up a word processing document for that first letter. I just don't know. I just did. Perhaps it was the angst of separation or wanting to say things that had gone unsaid at that moment when we parted ways in front of her college dormitory. What was a one-off became habitual. When her brother Reid enrolled in the same college, his name was added to the salutation line. They were kids then and are adults now. No matter. The letter writing habit remains so today. I live in Brevard, North Carolina. I'm well away from where they live and don't see them nearly as often as I'd like. That's why letters, at least to me, fill the void of distance. The pages give me something to say and the space to say it. There is no assurance they read the letters; indeed, I have never asked if they do so. With the pace of their busy lives who could blame them for letting a letter sit unopened? Over time, it has dawned on me that the letters are both communicative - and cathartic. By nature, letters are about the writer; the writer can only write about their situation. Perhaps that is as it should be. It's all about the here and now from one person's perspective.

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