WHITE HOUSE ORDERS REMOVAL OF ALL D.C. CHERRY TREES; TEXAS TO ASSIST WITH DISPOSAL

April 1, 2026April 1, 2026Benjamin1 Comment

Reaction on Capitol Hill was swift—and, at times, confused.

By: B.H.Groff II Groff Media 2026

WASHINGTON, D.C. — In a move that has surprised residents, historians, and seasonal tourists alike, the White House has issued an executive directive calling for the immediate removal of all cherry trees within the District of Columbia.

According to preliminary details released late Monday evening, the plan calls for the trees—long associated with the city’s springtime identity—to be cut down and processed for transport out of the nation’s capital.

Administration officials described the decision as part of a broader “landscape reassessment initiative,” though specifics surrounding the timing and necessity of the removal remain unclear.

“We’re clearing them out. Making room for more air and real estate!”

“This is about taking a fresh look at long-standing traditions and evaluating their place in a modern framework,” one official said, speaking on condition of anonymity. “No element, no matter how iconic, is exempt from review.”

The cherry trees, many of which trace their origins to a 1912 gift from Japan, have been a defining feature of Washington’s Tidal Basin and surrounding areas for more than a century. Each year, the blossoms draw visitors from around the world during peak bloom.

Despite their cultural significance, crews have reportedly already begun staging equipment near key locations, with early removal efforts expected to begin within days.

TEXAS TO PLAY KEY ROLE IN DISPOSAL

In an unexpected interstate partnership, officials confirmed that the State of Texas has agreed to assist in the disposal process.

Under the arrangement, National Guard units from Texas would be deployed to Washington to process the felled trees, converting them into wood chips for transport back to the state.

Sources familiar with the plan say the material is expected to be repurposed for use in large-scale outdoor cooking operations, particularly during football season.

“We understand Texas has both the capacity and the appreciation for this kind of resource,” one official noted. “They see it as a practical solution.”

Texas officials have not released a formal statement but are said to be “fully prepared” to mobilize personnel once federal clearance is finalized.

“The Cherry Trees changed into woodchips would be perfect for smoking meats at football tailgate parties”

“The Cherry Trees changed into woodchips would be perfect for smoking meats at football tailgate parties” according to Texas officials.

CONGRESS WEIGHS IN

Reaction on Capitol Hill was swift—and, at times, confused, as lawmakers attempted to clarify both the intent and implications of the proposed cherry tree removal.

“It goes toward the whole DUI thing,” said one longtime, hood-covered House member, before being quietly corrected by a senator who clarified it was DEI—Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion.

“We don’t have to have cherry trees for equality,” the senator added, “but they are nice for flavoring vodka.”

Another lawmaker expressed frustration with the annual bloom. “These white flowery things get everywhere,” he said. “It’s a damn mess if you get a bunch of them in your hair.”

Not all were in favor of the removal.

“You know how bad this place is going to smell without them?” one visibly irritated member asked. “At least the trees covered up some of it.”

One senior committee chair, speaking in a tone usually reserved for matters of national security, offered a more technical justification.

“Cherry trees create a false sense of seasonal stability,” he said. “When citizens begin to expect predictable blooming cycles, it undermines our broader messaging on uncertainty. Removing them restores balance.”

While no formal vote has yet been scheduled, sources indicate bipartisan discussions are ongoing, with several members privately acknowledging they were unaware the trees were not, in fact, native to Texas.

PUBLIC REACTION MIXED

Residents and visitors expressed a range of reactions as news of the directive spread.

“I don’t know what Washington looks like without them,” said one local resident near the Tidal Basin. “It’s like taking away spring.”

“I don’t know what Washington looks like without them,” said one local resident near the Tidal Basin. “It’s like taking away spring.”

Tourism officials are reportedly monitoring the situation closely, with some expressing concern over the potential economic impact if the trees are removed before peak bloom.

Others, however, appeared less concerned.

“They’re just trees,” one passerby said. “I’m more worried about parking.”

IMPLEMENTATION TIMELINE UNCLEAR

Federal agencies have yet to release a detailed timeline for the project, though internal memos suggest the work could begin as early as this week.

Environmental groups have not yet issued formal responses, but several advocacy organizations indicated they are reviewing the directive.

As crews prepare for what could be one of the most visible changes to the city’s landscape in decades, officials continue to emphasize that the effort is part of a broader evaluation of federal properties.

No official cost estimate has been released.

FINAL NOTE

Officials confirmed the directive will take effect at midnight on April 1st.

One senator from Texas is reportedly backing the measure with a special addendum, citing concerns he said arose during a recent winter vacation to Cancun. According to the senator, a video he viewed on YouTube suggested the original cherry trees—gifted by Japan in 1912—may have been engineered with embedded surveillance capabilities.

“Given what we now know,” he stated, “it would be irresponsible not to take a closer look.”

In the end, the cherry trees remain—and so does the tradition of April Fools’ Day.

“Trump may be first U.S. President to mythically cut down a cherry tree since George Washington,” top aide says!

*No trees were harmed in the making of this report—only expectations. Happy April Fools’ Day.

EDITOR’S NOTE: The “Final Note” in this story tells you this piece is satire—but in today’s climate, it doesn’t feel nearly as far-fetched as it should. As you move through the rest of the year, keep this in mind. We are living in a time when reality often outpaces even our most exaggerated imagination.

Benjamin

MEMORIAL VIDEO FOR MARJORIE BERNICE (McWhirter) GROFF

March 25, 2026Benjamin1 Comment

I recently created a short memorial video honoring my mother, Marjorie Bernice (McWhirter) Groff—centered around the final telephone call I shared with her not long before she passed. In those last moments, there was a quiet understanding, a tenderness in her voice, and a sense of closeness that words can hardly capture. This video reflects that conversation and the emotions carried within it—love, gratitude, and the unspoken bond between a mother and her child. While we will gather at a later time to celebrate her life more fully, this small tribute preserves one of our final connections, a moment I will carry with me always. ––– Benjamin Groff

Marjorie Bernice (McWhirter) Groff passed away on the evening of January 19, 2026, in Burns Flat, Oklahoma. She was nearing her 96th year—a life that spanned some of the most defining chapters in American history. Born in Sentinel, Oklahoma, during the Great Depression, she witnessed firsthand the hardships of the Dust Bowl, the resilience of post-war America, the uncertainty of the gas lines in the 1970s, and the ever-changing world of today. Alongside her husband, JD, she raised six children, building a life grounded in perseverance, faith, and family. In her final moments, she was not alone—two of her children remained faithfully by her side, just as she had so often been there for them throughout their lives.

A Story I Picked Up From The Surfing The Web About A Man Helping His Wife Through Labor…

March 18, 2026Benjamin6 Comments

March 18, 2026

The Most Supportive Husband Ever… Or So He Thought

A man rushed his very pregnant wife to the hospital as her labor pains began.

After examining her, the doctor looked up with a serious expression.
“This is going to be a difficult delivery,” he said. “But… there is an experimental choice.”

The couple leaned in.

“There’s a machine,” the doctor explained, “that can transfer a part of the mother’s pain to the father. It would significantly reduce what she feels during labor.”

Without hesitation, the husband said, “Hook me up.”

The doctor raised a cautious finger.

“There’s one small issue… a flaw in the mechanism. The pain transferred to you is amplified—up to ten times stronger than what she experiences. If it becomes too much, you must tell me at once.”

The husband nodded confidently. “I can handle it.”

The machine was connected.

The doctor started at 10%.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Honestly?” the husband said. “I don’t feel a thing.”

Curious, the doctor increased it to 30%… then 50%… then 80%.

Still nothing.

The doctor was amazed. He pushed it all the way to 100%. Due to the flaw, this meant the husband was now receiving ten times the full intensity of labor pain.

He stood there calmly.

No grimace.
No flinch.
Not even a bead of sweat.

Meanwhile, his wife delivered the baby with remarkable ease.

The doctor, stunned, turned to the husband.
““I have never seen anything like this in my entire career.”

Proud, the couple gathered their newborn and headed home, marveling at what had just happened.

But when they arrived…

There, on the front doorstep…

Lay the mailman.

Dead.

I am only retelling this story. I am not responsible for the contents. Just for the ending. Which I had nothing to do with.

The End.

Something To Ponder…

March 15, 2026Benjamin3 Comments

March 15, 2026

Today I wanted to leave something less hard hitting. Just a word or two to get the mental juices flowing like this first piece. Asking you what are the differences between the dogs and cats? I am hoping for some humor, serious, or even oddball statements to be posted. Next, is a piece I a pulling from my memoir and sharing with you. Just a piece of what I have been working on. It details One Decision That Completely Changed The Course Of My Life.

The Difference Between Dogs And Cats

I Am Sharing A Story About Capital Punishment And How It Nearly Took The Life Of Man Who Was About To Be Killed By The State

March 13, 2026BenjaminLeave a comment

The Story I am sharing is by Carolyn Amanda Shavers

Alabama Almost Executed Charles ‘Sonny’ Burton. His Daughter Tells Her Story.

Justice has long been as elusive as Bigfoot, Carolyn Amanda Shavers writes. But when Alabama’s governor spared her dad’s life, she caught a glimpse.

An older Black man with a gray beard and dressed in a khaki-colored jacket and pants sits in a wheelchair with his hands clasped together in front of him. His daughter, a Black woman with closely cropped salt-and-pepper hair and wearing a dark colored shirt, leans over his shoulders from behind to hug him around his neck. Behind them are a set of horizontal panel windows.

Charles “Sonny” Burton sits in a wheelchair as his daughter, Carolyn Amanda Shavers, hugs him. COURTESY OF CAROLYN AMANDA SHAVERS

By CAROLYN AMANDA SHAVERS

Charles “Sonny” Burton Jr., 75, was scheduled to be executed in Alabama’s Holman Correctional Facility on March 12. But two days before he was to be forced to inhale fatal nitrogen gas, Gov. Kay Ivey has presided over 25 executions since she took office in 2017. She commuted his death sentence to life without the possibility of parole.

Burton’s sentence was as surprising as Ivey’s decision. While he participated in the 1991 robbery at an AutoZone in Talladega, Alabama, which led to the death of a customer, Burton didn’t pull the trigger. He had left the store before Doug Battle was shot and killed. But Burton was tried under the state’s felony murder law which allows prosecutors to bring murder charges against anyone who participates in a crime connected to a killing.

While Burton was on death row, Derrick DeBruce, the man who killed Battle, had his death sentence commuted to life without parole due to ineffective counsel. Ivey cited this disparity between DeBruce and Burton’s outcomes in explaining her commutation:“I can’t start in good conscience with the execution of Mr. Burton under such disparate circumstances,” she said in a statement, according to the Alabama Reflector. “I believe it would be unjust for one participant in this crime to be executed while the participant who pulled the trigger was not.”

Pushing a governor who is staunchly in favor of the death penalty to stop an execution requires intense advocacy. Burton’s daughter, Carolyn Amanda Shavers, was a driving force in the campaign. Here, she writes about the persistence of injustice in Alabama. She mentions how March 10 was the happiest day of her life. She also discusses how she is pushing for her dad’s release.

In my life, justice is like Bigfoot. A lot of people say it exists. Though, it sometimes seems that people like me and my family don’t ever get to see it.

My father, Charles “Sonny” Burton spent over three decades on death row, even though everyone knew he never killed a soul. March 12 was the day they were supposed to suffocate the life out of him. And all I could do was pray to God that they didn’t take him away from me, because he’s all I got left.

My dad did commit a robbery. It’s been hard for me to even believe that, because that’s not who he raised me to be. But one day, in Talladega in 1991, he and five other guys robbed a store. During the robbery a guy named Derrick DeBruce shot and killed a customer, Doug Battle. DeBruce got the death penalty.

So did my dad.

My father was the only non-shooter to get the death penalty. Two of his accomplices who didn’t pull the trigger were sentenced to 25 years. The other two who didn’t shoot anyone got life with the possibility of parole.

I refused to believe that my dad was facing execution. I made a decision not to have a child of my own. I would wait until my daddy somehow came home to me. So now, I’m 57, and mostly alone.

My dad’s case is only part of my story. I was mostly raised by my mother, Carolyn Burton, in Montgomery because my dad was in and out of prison. I spent my whole childhood waiting for him to come home.

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When the Press Begins to Look Over Its Shoulder

March 12, 2026Benjamin3 Comments

There comes a time when you have to draw a line and decide what you stand for. Because if you don’t stand for something, sooner or later you’ll fall for anything.

March 12, 2026

This week I made the next announcement:

“I have made the decision to stop any association with content connected to CBS, CBS News, CNN, FOX, and Flipboard. I can no longer, in good conscience, republish material from these organizations. I also can’t promote content from organizations that use media in ways I find troubling.“

A Change in Direction

There are moments in history when small events start to reveal a much larger shift. What has been happening inside major American media organizations lately is one of those moments. Stephen Colbert is a prominent public voice. He finds himself at the center of controversy shortly after openly criticizing corporate decisions tied to network leadership. This situation naturally raises questions. Is outspoken criticism still welcome within the walls of the companies that broadcast it?

At the same time, reports of internal conflict surrounding the newsroom at 60 Minutes have emerged. These reports involve one of the most respected investigative news teams in television. They have only deepened those concerns. Leadership changes have occurred. Public statements from newsroom figures have surfaced. Accounts of staff unease suggest that journalists inside the organization are feeling pressures. These pressures extend beyond the simple business of reporting the news.

This is where the issue becomes larger than one show, one host, or even one network. The concern is about the atmosphere surrounding journalism itself. When reporters start to sense that pursuing certain stories will carry professional consequences, the chilling effect spreads quickly. Investigative reporting depends on courage, independence, and the understanding that truth—not corporate comfort or political pressure—guides editorial decisions.

My declaration about stepping away from redistributing material from major outlets is rooted in this concern. It is not an attack on journalism. In fact, it is the opposite. It is a defense of what journalism is supposed to be. A free press only remains free when reporters and editors can pursue facts without intimidation. They must be capable of chasing stories without fear of reprisal. Reporters should not have to wonder whether the story they are chasing will upset powerful interests behind the scenes.

Journalists should never have to look over their shoulder before telling the truth. If they do, the public will lose more than just a few television programs. They will also lose newspaper columns. We will lose something far more important. We will lose the ability to trust someone. Somewhere, someone is still willing to ask the hard questions.

History teaches us that the erosion of press freedom rarely begins with a dramatic announcement. It usually starts quietly—with a decision here, a resignation there, a story that suddenly feels too risky to pursue. The public does not notice at first. But journalists do. They feel the shift in the air long before anyone else sees it. When reporters question if the truth cost them their platform, the damage has begun. They question if it risks their career or the support of their newsroom. This damage shows that fear is overshadowing press freedom. My decision to step back from amplifying certain media outlets is not born from anger. It is born from concern. A healthy democracy depends on journalists who can pursue facts without fear. If the press ever needs to seek permission to reveal the truth, the public will suffer. This greater loss impacts more than just a television program or a headline. We will have lost our watchdog.

It is up to us. The average Joe. To start doing something. What will you do?

3 responses to “When the Press Begins to Look Over Its Shoulder”

Hazel

March 12, 2026

It’s one of my concerns, too. The job of journalists and reporters becomes risky now. They’re not safe if they tell the truth, especially since powerful people are involved in it. I don’t know about news these days if it’s true or just be polished to protect someone else. The media becomes chaotic, as well as politics. I don’t understand, and I dislike to hear something disgusting about it.

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  Thank you, Hazel. Many people are torn between speaking up or staying quiet and hoping things change. But dust doesn’t move unless someone disturbs it. Sometimes the only way to slow what’s happening is to challenge it. If my words inspire even one person to act, and that person inspires another, then they have done their job.
  
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    Yeah. Hopefully some are courageous enough to speak and make a change. We’ll never know. My pleasure, Benjamin. Healing vibes to you.
    
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Running on Coffee and Commitment – How First Responders Survive Fatigue

March 11, 2026March 11, 2026BenjaminLeave a comment

When the walls begin to close in. No backup. No one else to call. Because you are the help.

Part II – Learning To Talk

Fatigue in emergency services doesn’t arrive all at once.

It builds slowly—call after call, hour after hour. Sometime in the middle of the night, the body begins to remind you just how long you’ve been awake.

And that’s usually when the next call comes in.

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In emergency services there is a moment most people never see.

It usually happens sometime after midnight, when the world is quiet and the station lights are dim. The calls have slowed down just enough that someone finally drifts off in the Bunkroom.

Then the tones drop.

Within seconds the calm disappears. Boots hit the floor, radios crackle to life, and another emergency begins.

For many first responders, that moment repeats itself again and again over the course of a shift. Sleep comes in fragments—ten minutes here, twenty minutes there—if it comes at all.

Yet the work still has to be done.

Patients still need treatment.
Ambulances still need to move quickly and safely through traffic.
Decisions still have to be made in seconds.

So how do first responders manage when sleep is scarce?

The answer, in many cases, is a combination of training, teamwork, and habits built over years of long nights.

Coffee: The Unofficial Fuel of Emergency Services

Walk into almost any firehouse, EMS station, or dispatch center. You will find a coffee pot that never truly turns off.

Caffeine has become the unofficial fuel of emergency work. It sharpens focus, pushes back fatigue, and gives providers the extra edge they need when exhaustion begins to creep in.

But caffeine is a temporary solution, not a cure. It can help providers stay alert for short periods, but it cannot replace the restorative effects of real sleep.

Still, for many crews working through the night, that cup of coffee becomes a small but necessary ally.

The Power of the Partner Check

Another important defense against fatigue is something emergency services have relied on for decades—watching out for each other.

In EMS and law enforcement alike, partners often double-check each other’s work when exhaustion sets in.

One medic confirms a medication dose while the other prepares it.
A partner reviews a treatment decision before it is carried out.
A tired driver is reminded to pull over or slow down when fatigue becomes obvious.

These small moments of teamwork are often invisible to the public. Still, they are an important safety net inside the profession.

Experience and Muscle Memory

Years of training also play a role in helping providers function when they are tired.

Many of the most critical skills in emergency medicine are practiced repeatedly until they become almost automatic. Starting an IV, assessing a patient’s airway, or reading a cardiac monitor are actions that experienced providers perform almost instinctively.

That muscle memory helps bridge the gap when fatigue clouds thinking.

But even the most experienced provider is still human. Fatigue eventually catches up with everyone.

Humor in the Middle of the Night

One of the most common coping tools in emergency services may surprise outsiders: humor.

First responders have a long tradition of gallows humor. It’s a way of releasing tension, staying connected with coworkers, and pushing through difficult moments.

A quiet station at three in the morning may suddenly erupt in laughter. It might be over a joke, a story from a previous call, or something completely ridiculous.

That humor isn’t about disrespect. It’s about survival.

Sometimes laughter is the only thing that keeps a tired crew moving through the night.

The Quiet Drive Back to the Station

After the sirens fade, the patient is delivered to the hospital. There is often a quiet drive back to the station.

For many providers, that ride is the moment when exhaustion becomes most noticeable.

The adrenaline of the call is gone. The road stretches ahead. The body begins to remember how tired it really is.

Those moments are why conversations about fatigue are becoming more important within emergency services.

First responders have always found ways to push through exhaustion. However, the goal should never be simply to endure it.

The goal should be to manage it.

A Profession Built on Dedication

The reality is that fatigue has always been part of emergency services.

Long shifts and unpredictable calls are part of the job. The responsibility of protecting the public adds to it. This means the job will never fit neatly into a normal sleep schedule.

But despite those challenges, first responders continue to answer the call.

They rely on training, teamwork, and professionalism to carry them through the long nights.

And when the tones drop again—whether it’s midnight, three in the morning, or just before sunrise—they get up and go.

Because that’s what the job requires.

LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICINE THEY SAY…

When the Tones Drop at 3 A.M.: The Hidden Fatigue Crisis in EMS

March 10, 2026Benjamin2 Comments

An International Discussion For Police,Fire, EMT’s, Dispatch and You!

WHEN EMERGENCIES ARRISE AND THOSE RESPONDING ARE TOO TIRED TO BE THERE

For paramedics, EMTs, and first responders, sleep often becomes the one thing emergency medicine never seems to deliver. The science is clear—fatigue affects judgment, safety, and patient care. Yet the process still runs on sleepless shifts.

When the Tones Drop at 3 A.M.: Fatigue and the Reality of EMS Life

For EMS providers, fatigue isn’t just an inconvenience or a badge of honor. It’s a real operational risk that affects patient care, provider safety, and the long-term health of the workforce. Research over the past several decades has repeatedly shown that lack of sleep slows reaction time. It interferes with judgment. It also increases the likelihood of mistakes and accidents.

You understand something the general public rarely sees if you’ve ever been jolted awake in a station Bunkroom. This happens when the shrill sound of dispatch tones rings at 2:47 in the morning. In emergency medical services, sleep often feels like something promised but rarely delivered.

Anyone who has worked long shifts in emergency services knows exactly what that looks like in the real world. The medic drives back from a call, fighting heavy eyelids. The paramedic double-checks medication calculations at four in the morning because the numbers won’t quite settle in the brain. The crew member stares at a cardiac screen, trying to push through mental fog.

Before we talk about solutions, it helps to understand how EMS developed this culture of chronic sleep deprivation. It’s also important to know why meaningful rest can be so difficult to find on the job.

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The Science Behind Sleep Deprivation

Sleep isn’t a luxury. It’s a biological need that allows the brain and body to recover and operate properly. Most adults need somewhere between seven and nine hours of restorative sleep within a 24-hour period.

For EMS providers, reaching even half that amount during a shift can feel like a victory.

Research shows that the effects of sleep deprivation can be dramatic:

• After approximately 17 hours awake, a person’s cognitive performance declines significantly. It begins to resemble someone with a blood alcohol concentration around 0.05%.
• After 24 hours without sleep, impairment can resemble a 0.10% BAC, well above the legal driving limit in most states.
• Fatigue affects reaction speed, memory, and the ability to make complex decisions—all critical skills in emergency medicine.

Studies examining EMS providers have also revealed troubling patterns. Many report experiencing severe fatigue regularly. A significant number acknowledge that they have fallen asleep behind the wheel after finishing a shift.

For providers in the field, these statistics aren’t abstract numbers. They show up in everyday moments:

• struggling to concentrate on a pediatric medication calculation
• catching yourself drifting at a stoplight on the way back to the station
• taking longer than usual to interpret patient data during a call

The long-term consequences of chronic sleep deprivation can also be severe. Poor sleep has been linked with higher risks of heart disease, diabetes, obesity, depression, and anxiety. Over time, fatigue contributes to burnout and drives experienced providers away from the profession.

Ironically, other industries that rely on safety-critical decision making—like aviation and commercial trucking—strictly regulate work hours and rest periods. EMS, nonetheless, often operates under schedules that allow providers to stay on duty for 24 hours or longer.

How EMS Ended Up With 24-Hour Shifts

Many EMS scheduling practices trace their roots to the fire service.

When modern EMS systems began developing in the 1960s and 1970s, many ambulance operations were integrated into fire departments. Firefighters traditionally worked 24 hours on duty. They followed this with 48 hours off. This schedule was manageable when fire calls were relatively infrequent.

EMS adopted this structure, even though medical call volumes soon far exceeded those of fire responses.

There were several reasons the schedule remained popular:

Staffing efficiency
Long shifts need fewer personnel to keep coverage.

Fewer commutes
Working a 24-hour shift means fewer trips to and from work during the week. This is something many providers appreciate, especially those in rural areas.

Overtime opportunities
Long shifts make it easier to pick up extra work. This increases income for providers. It also reduces hiring pressure on agencies.

Tradition
Like many aspects of emergency services culture, once a system becomes established it tends to stay that way.

Other Scheduling Models

Although the 24-hour shift remains common in many departments, other models are used as well.

12-hour shifts
Common in high-volume urban EMS systems. They reduce extreme fatigue but need more staff and more frequent shift changes.

Kelly schedules
A modified version of the 24/48 rotation that periodically adds an extra day off for recovery.

48/96 rotations
Two days on duty followed by four days off. Some providers enjoy the extended time off, but fatigue can become severe if call volume is high.

Peak-hour staffing
Extra crews are scheduled during the busiest times of day to reduce workload during overnight hours.

Each system has advantages and disadvantages. The challenge for agencies is balancing staffing levels, budgets, and provider well-being.

The Reality of Multiple Jobs

Another factor contributing to fatigue is the financial reality of EMS work.

Many providers hold second—or even third—jobs to make ends meet. A medic often finishes a 24-hour shift at one service. Then, they report to another agency for extra hours.

In some cases, providers stay awake and working for 48 hours or longer. While overtime can be financially appealing, the physical and mental toll can be enormous.

Why Sleep Is So Difficult in EMS

Even when schedules theoretically allow for rest, real-world conditions often make sleep difficult.

Unpredictable call volume
One shift is quiet, while the next produces a constant stream of calls.

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Station environments
Bunkrooms are noisy, crowded, or poorly designed for restorative sleep.

Cultural expectations
In some departments, daytime naps are still discouraged despite overnight calls.

Stigma surrounding fatigue
Many providers hesitate to admit exhaustion for fear of appearing weak.

The result is a workforce that often operates on minimal rest while still being expected to deliver high-level medical care.

What Agencies Are Trying

Across the United States and internationally, EMS organizations have begun experimenting with strategies to tackle fatigue.

Fatigue management programs
Training and policies designed to recognize fatigue as a safety hazard.

Improved sleep spaces
Some agencies are redesigning stations to create quieter, darker rest areas for crews.

Adjusted shift schedules
Shorter shifts or hybrid scheduling models may reduce extreme fatigue.

Data-driven staffing
Deploying extra units during peak call hours can reduce workload during overnight periods.

None of these solutions is perfect. Budget constraints, staffing shortages, and operational demands make large changes difficult for many agencies.

Still, awareness of the issue is growing.

Personal Responsibility Matters Too

While system design plays a major role, providers also have some responsibility for managing fatigue.

That means prioritizing sleep on off-days, maintaining healthy routines, and recognizing when exhaustion affect performance.

Emergency services professionals often pride themselves on toughness, but fatigue is not a personal weakness—it’s a biological reality. Recognizing its effects is part of professional responsibility.

The Cost of Ignoring Fatigue

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When fatigue becomes normalized within a profession, the consequences ripple outward.

Operational efficiency declines.
Morale suffers.
Experienced providers leave the field.

Most importantly, fatigue can affect the quality of care patients get.

Communities depend on EMS professionals to respond quickly and make critical decisions under pressure. Those responsibilities need clear thinking and alertness—something difficult to keep without adequate rest.

Moving Forward

Fatigue will always be part of emergency services to some degree. The unpredictable nature of the job makes perfect schedules impossible.

But acknowledging the problem is an important first step.

Agencies can explore smarter scheduling, better rest environments, and policies that recognize fatigue as a safety issue. Providers can take steps to manage their own sleep habits and recovery time.

The tones will still drop in the middle of the night. That’s part of the job.

The profession can continue working toward systems. These systems protect both the providers who answer those calls. They also protect the communities they serve.

Tomorrow Part II – Running on Coffee and Commitment: How First Responders Survive Fatigue

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They’re Going In Through the Front

February 19, 2026February 19, 2026BenjaminLeave a comment

Thoughts, fears, and snacks in the days before neck surgery

On July 24, I had back surgery—and for once in my life, something involving surgeons and sharp objects worked exactly as advertised. The surgery was an absolute success. It relieved pain I had carried with me for years, pain that had eventually relegated me to a chair or a bed like a piece of well-worn furniture. Since then, I’ve been more active, more mobile, and reminded of what it feels like to move without negotiating with my spine first.

The issues I’m dealing with now are the natural result of a life lived in full living color—action-packed, unscripted, and with me doing all my own stunts. Sadly, I didn’t think to record any of them. Back when I was chasing crooks down alleys, sliding across car hoods, and arresting bad guys, there were no body cams strapped to our chests and no doorbell cameras documenting every questionable decision. In hindsight, that may be a blessing. People behaved differently then. The folks we pulled over or chased didn’t try out legal theories they learned on YouTube. If someone even hinted at going the “sovereign citizen” route, they’d likely find themselves exiting the vehicle through the driver’s window and reconsidering their life choices on the pavement. Judges were less impressed by nonsense back then, too. Jail cells and fines were far more common than viral videos.

Sometimes I wonder if all the bumps, bruises, and hard knocks were worth it. Then I remember a frightened grandmother who was grateful we showed up and took the bad guy away—and I know it was.

But I’m getting sidetracked. Apparently, even when facing surgery, I can still drift into police stories.

So, back to the main event.

On March 5, I’ll be going in for cervical disc replacement—C3, C4, and C5—each swapped out for shiny artificial parts, with the added bonus of the surgeon filing down a few rough bone spurs while he’s in there. The procedure requires entering through the front of the neck. Which to me translates to “the throat.” A place I use regularly for swallowing, breathing, and moving blood around—activities I’d like to continue uninterrupted.

Naturally, I have concerns. One poorly timed sneeze. A joke told in the operating room. A momentary slip of the knife. Any of those could turn a routine procedure into a very different blog post.

Oddly enough, what concerns me most is how fast my insurance company approved the surgery. Six days. Six. Anyone who’s ever dealt with insurance knows that’s suspiciously efficient. Normally, approvals involve paperwork, appeals, second opinions, and possibly a séance. So now I’m left wondering: do they know something I don’t? Is this a cost-saving measure? A quiet attempt to write me off while I’m still in beta?

Which is unfortunate, because I’m still working on a book—and I haven’t even finished the first section. I’ve got way too much left to say.

My anxiety is manageable, but my paranoia is stretching its legs. Even my dog has noticed. He’s been sticking close, watching me like these might be my final days…or possibly because I’m giving him more snacks than Steve. It’s hard to say.

Whatever the case, I’m choosing to approach this with humor. It’s what got me through a police career. “Sick humor,” they call it—and yes, I’m going to need every bit of it between now and March 5.

March 5 should be a perfectly good day. Except history keeps raising an eyebrow.

The Boston Massacre happened on March 5, 1770. Patsy Cline—one of my favorite country artists—along with Cowboy Copas and Hawkshaw Hawkins, died in a plane crash on March 5, 1963. BOAC Flight 911 crashed into Mount Fuji on March 5, 1966, killing 124 people.

Still, I’m choosing optimism.

I’m determined that this March 5 will be remembered for something else entirely—a day when the pain that has severe pain in my right arm finally loosens its grip. A day when modern medicine does exactly what it promises. A day when the feeling of numbness, electrical pulses, pain, and partial paralysis ends.

Unless, of course, I crash into Mount Fuji.

But I don’t think my insurance covers that.

Marjorie Bernice McWhirter Groff Dies at Age 95

January 20, 2026January 20, 2026Benjamin2 Comments

The mother of Groff-Media’s Benjamin Groff has passed away at the age of 95. Marjorie Bernice McWhirter Groff died in Burns Flat Oklahoma on the 19^th of January 2026. She was raised on her father’s farm in Southwest Oklahoma during the Great Depression.

Marjorie Bernice McWhirter Groff, age 95, of Burns Flat, Oklahoma, passed away on January 19, 2026. She was the beloved mother of Groff-Media’s Benjamin Groff. Her life reflected perseverance. She was devoted to family and demonstrated quiet strength.

Marjorie Bernice (McWhirter) Groff was born on August 21, 1930, to G.W. and Bernice McWhirter on the McWhirter homestead near Sentinel, Oklahoma. She was raised on her father’s farm in southwest Oklahoma during the Great Depression. She learned early the values of hard work. She also developed self-reliance and resilience. She attended school in Sentinel, graduating in 1949. With characteristic humor, she often recalled being held back in first grade by Ms. Thomas. This was an event never fully explained, but she later attributed it to her grit and orneriness. These qualities remained with her throughout life.

She later married JD Groff in Arapaho, Oklahoma. Together, they formed a blended family of “yours, mine, and soon ours.” They raised six children. They built a life rooted in commitment and unconditional love. The family lived in Clinton, Cordell, and Binger, Oklahoma. Wherever they resided, Marjorie ensured her family had food on the table, clean clothes, and a warm home. She faithfully followed JD wherever his work and calling led, embodying the meaning of partnership and devotion.

Marjorie worked for many years in grocery and retail service. She held positions at Puckett’s Grocery in Cordell. She also worked at United Supermarkets in Clinton and Cordell. Additionally, she worked at Loren’s Grocery in Binger. She was employed at the former Humpty Dumpty store in Anadarko as well. In the mid-1970s, she managed a store for the late Dr. Henry Phifer. She assisted her husband in the care of Camp Red Rock. Helping with the operation of the Girl Scout camp from the 1970s through the mid-1980s. Many residents of Caddo, Kiowa, and Washita Counties came to know Marjorie through her work as a census demographic assistant. They relied on her for accuracy and trustworthiness. Later in life, she devoted herself to caring for others in different roles. She worked as a group-home caregiver. She was also a personal care assistant for individuals with developmental challenges.

In 2010, Marjorie moved from Binger to her son’s ranch near Phoenix, Arizona. In 2013, she returned to Oklahoma to live with her daughter Twila in Edmond. They later moved to Burns Flat. She resided there until her passing.

Marjorie was preceded in death by her parents. Her husband, JD Groff, also passed before her. She lost two sons, Sheldon Groff and Dennis Groff. She was also preceded in death by her brothers and sisters and their spouses. They were Robert Glen McWhirter, George McWhirter, David McWhirter, Richard McWhirter, Opal Burke, Nancy Dew, and Carolyn Overton. Her sisters-in-law were Mary McWhirter from Wichita Falls, Texas. Another one was Irene McWhirter from Oklahoma City. The third sister-in-law was Dortha Groff Downing from Weatherford, Oklahoma. Her brothers-in-law were Bennie Groff of Oklahoma City and Virgil Downing of Weatherford, Oklahoma. Others included Herb Burke of Mustang, Oklahoma, and Raymond Dew of Guthrie, Oklahoma.

She is survived by her children: Terry L. Groff and his wife, Paula, of Binger, Oklahoma. Juli Hall resides in Fort Cobb, Oklahoma. Twila Bowling lives in Burns Flat, Oklahoma. Benjamin Groff and Steven Swint, are from Mesa, Arizona. She is also survived by her sister, Shirley Lawson of Oklahoma City. She leaves behind many nieces and nephews. Many extended family members, friends, and neighbors remained in contact and offered care and companionship over the years.

Marjorie leaves behind a large and loving family, including thirteen grandchildren, thirteen great-grandchildren, and six great-great-grandchildren. She is also remembered by three adopted grandchildren—Benny, George, and Vojta—and their families in Germany and the Czech Republic.

She is also survived by her grandchildren: Tommy Groff, Robert Groff, Jay Dee Groff, and Raymond Groff. Florence Lynn (Groff), Amanda Bowling, Blake Bowling, and Natasha Garrison. Nathan Smith, Michael Smith, Tracey Groff, Ryan Groff, and Sisney Groff.

The love and support she received from those who stood by her until the end speak volumes. They highlight her husband’s enduring values. This is a testament to his character. These values were instilled by JD Groff. She never lost their dedication, trust, or love. This reflects the respect for family and elders that JD taught his children. Marjorie lived this respect every day.

Private family services will be held at Marjorie’s wish in the Spring Time.

A Note to Our Readers: Looking Ahead to a New Journey

January 11, 2026January 11, 2026Benjamin3 Comments

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A journey is beginning, not yet fully mapped.
We wanted to share where our thoughts are headed next.

Some plans start as ideas, not itineraries.
This is one of those moments.

I wanted to share a brief but meaningful update with those of you who read, follow, and support this site. Over the years, this space has become more than a place to publish stories—it has become a point of connection. Because of that, it feels right to let you know something. We are quietly and thoughtfully planning it for the months ahead.

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My husband and I have started planning. We are in the early stages of what we hope will be a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Europe. At this stage, everything is tentative and flexible, but the intention is sincere. Our route would take us from Phoenix to Salt Lake City. We would then travel to New York. Next, we would cross the Atlantic to Amsterdam, and continue on to Berlin. From there, we hope to spend time traveling through Germany. We also plan to visit neighboring countries. Prague is one place high on our list.

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The time-frame we are considering is September, though no dates are locked in yet. This trip is not about just checking destinations off a list. It’s more about slowing down. We want to see places with intention and appreciate the history, culture, and everyday life of the regions we visit. Germany, in particular, feels like a place where time deserves to be taken. This is true whether in cities, small towns, or the countryside in between.

This isn’t an announcement—just a looking ahead.
A few early plans, and an open door for conversation.

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The journey brings one of the most meaningful hopes. It is the possibility of meeting people I’ve come to know through writing over the years. Words have a way of building bridges, and in some cases, those connections feel more like extended family than acquaintances. If you are in or near Berlin, Prague, or Amsterdam, I would genuinely welcome your thoughts. I would also appreciate your insights if you know those places well.

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If you have advice on places that shouldn’t be missed, I would be grateful to hear them. Share routes worth taking or quieter corners that offer something special. Practical tips for traveling through these areas are also welcome. And if our paths happen to cross along the way, that would be a gift in itself.

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More details will come as plans take shape. For now, this is simply a look ahead. We invite you to share your thoughts, insights, and recommendations in the comments below.

Your Voice Matters: What’s the Most Disappointing Part of 2026 So Far?

January 10, 2026January 10, 2026Benjamin6 Comments

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We’re only at the beginning of 2026, yet many of us already feel the weight of events unfolding around us. Some disappointments are loud and public, others quieter and deeply personal. They come from headlines. Leadership is a source. Disappointments arise from a loss of trust. It is simply the sense that we keep revisiting the same struggles under new names.

This space isn’t about arguments or absolutes—it’s about honest reflection. Your perspective matters here, whether it’s something global or something close to home. Sometimes naming a concern is the first step toward understanding it.

What is the most disappointing concern you feel 2026 has already brought into the world?

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Coming Up In 2026 – I’m Not Dead Yet!

January 5, 2026December 31, 2025Benjamin3 Comments

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Hello to my loyal readers and visitors—this note will be brief, but heartfelt. Over the next few months, you may notice fewer stories appearing here. Please know this isn’t goodbye or silence; it’s simply a shift in rhythm.

I’m taking this time to focus on editing and publishing two books that have been waiting patiently for their moment. Writing new stories while preparing these projects feels like juggling reading, writing, and proofreading all at once. One task has to slow down. This way, the work can be done right. I’ll still share updates along the way, just not always on a daily schedule.

So if things feel a little quieter than usual, don’t worry. I haven’t decided to stay permanently in last year. I also haven’t skipped ahead without you into 2026. I’m still here… somewhere. I’m just surrounded by drafts and red ink. Stories are getting ready to find their way into the world.

Actor Gregory de Polnay passed away on January 1st, 2026, at the age of 82.

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Gregory de Polnay was born on 17 October 1943 in Chelsea, London, England, UK. He was an actor, known for Mansfield Park (1999), Doctor Who (1963) and Dixon of Dock Green (1955). He was married to Candice Caroline White. He died on 1 January 2026 in Poitiers, France. Some reports have listed as 2 January, 2026.

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Big Finish Productions confirmed Gregory de Polnay’s death. He was known and respected there for his contributions to audio drama. News of his passing was met with sadness by colleagues, listeners, and admirers of his work.

Gregory de Polnay built a career defined by presence and voice. These qualities served him especially well in the world of recorded performance. Through his work with Big Finish, he became part of a storytelling tradition that values nuance, imagination, and character. He brought scripts to life for audiences. These audiences knew him primarily through sound rather than stage or screen.

De Polnay was not a household name. Yet, his work left a lasting impression within the creative communities he served. Fellow performers and producers remembered him as a dedicated professional. He matched his seriousness of craft with a deep respect for storytelling and collaboration.

Gregory de Polnay played D84 in the Doctor Who television story The Robots of Death. He later voiced V23 in the Kaldor City audio story Storm Mine. He also reprised D84 in The Robots audio story Closed Loop.

He also voiced Home Assistant V14 in The Collection — Season 14 mini-episode Home Assistant.

He shared his memories of The Robots of Death on Reeltime Pictures‘ documentary I Was a Doctor Who Monster! and the 171st edition of Big Finish‘s charity podcasts series Toby Hadoke’s Who’s Round.

Gregory de Polnay is survived by friends, colleagues, and listeners who continue to enjoy the performances he left behind. His voice endures in the stories he helped tell. This ensures that his contribution to the art of audio drama will not be forgotten.

Lookeba & Sickles: Two Towns, Three Families, and a Trail of Quiet Legends

January 4, 2026December 31, 2025BenjaminLeave a comment

January 4, 2026

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Most folks drive along the stretch of Oklahoma highway between Binger and Anadarko. They roll past Lookeba without ever knowing they’ve entered a place. This place is built on three simple names—Lowe, Kelly, and Baker. These names are stitched together like a handshake. Lookeba. A name that sounds almost tribal or mythic. Yet it originated from the ordinary people. They did what settlers always did in early-day Oklahoma: carved a life out of red soil and hope.

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Lookeba began as a crossroads community. It was a depot stop on the journey between larger towns. It was a place where wagons once creaked through cottonwood shade. Dust settled on the porch rails of the general store. Early schoolhouses rattled with the laughter of children carrying family names that would define the region for generations. The town’s claim to fame wasn’t oil or railroads or long sweeping history—it was quiet endurance. The land rolled gently. Storms gathered thick on the horizon. People stayed because they felt stitched to it.

Just down the way sat Sickles. It was often written as “Sickless” in old letters and memories. The name came from Hiram Sickles, a farmer. His influence stretched further than the little community ever did on a map. Sickles was more minor—more crossroads than village. Yet, it had what every reasonable Oklahoma settlement needed. This included a school, a store, and neighbors who shared tools and gossip. They also offered weather predictions no weather forecaster can match.

For decades, the two towns lived like siblings. Lookeba was the older and slightly larger child with a stronger sense of identity. Sickles was the quieter shadow tucked between wheat fields and pastures. Students from both communities would merge into the Lookeba-Sickles School District. They formed friendships and rivalries. These bonds outlasted the buildings that once separated them. Generations of ballplayers, farm kids, and rodeo hopefuls came together under one mascot. They were often unaware of the deep connections spanning miles of family history. This history converged whenever the gymnasium lights buzzed to life for Friday night basketball.

Time, as it always does in rural Oklahoma, thinned the businesses and emptied the old stores. The Sickles school population lowered long before its name faded from county conversations. Lookeba’s Main Street slowed to a pace that matched the prairie winds. But something remained—something that belongs only to towns like these.

A sense that history is not made by headlines but created by the people who refuse to disappear. Families make history. Their names still ring out in church directories, land deeds, and the memories of class reunions.

Stand in Lookeba today at dusk. The sun lays gold across the wheat. The cicadas start their evening hymns. You can still feel them: Lowe. Kelly. Baker. Sickles. The founders, the farmers, the families whose footprints shaped the land long before highway maps tried to catch up.

Somewhere between Lookeba and where Sickles still stands, you hear echoes of school bells if the wind is right. You also hear screen doors slamming. You hear the voices of children running toward a future. A future no one knew. But, it was a future built on names still remembered.

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Lookeba-Sickles High School is where I graduated many years ago. And, I still remember walking down the hallway and out the doors the last day of school. The thought of entering adulthood was on my mind. As I got to my car, I made a once glance back. A final goodbye, and I was gone.

1963: A Year Between Heartbreak and Hope

January 3, 2026December 22, 2025BenjaminLeave a comment

The Year Many Were Born And The World That Shaped It

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A topic came up recently about naming the most interesting—or most defining—events from the year you were born. For me, that year was 1963, which was sixty-two years ago. It was a year that carried an unusual weight, filled with moments of deep loss alongside remarkable progress and hope.

For fans of country music, 1963 was especially heartbreaking. In March, a plane crash claimed the lives of Patsy Cline, Hawkshaw Hawkins, Cowboy Copas, and Cline’s manager. Just a few months later, another aviation accident occurred. It took the life of Jim Reeves, one of the genre’s most beloved voices. The sorrow didn’t end there. Jack Anglin, one half of the duo Johnny & Jack, was killed in a car accident. He was driving to attend Patsy Cline’s memorial service. In a matter of months, country music lost several of its brightest stars, leaving a lasting scar on the industry.

Nationally, the year is most remembered for tragedy. President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, Texas, an event that stunned the nation and the world. Two days later, the man accused of the assassination, Lee Harvey Oswald, was himself shot and killed. Oswald’s murder caught on live television by the shooter Jack Ruby, a Dallas nightclub owner. Because both men died before standing trial, no jury verdict was ever rendered regarding the assassination itself. While the Warren Commission later concluded that Oswald and Ruby acted alone, lingering questions have remained for decades.

There has also been confusion surrounding Jack Ruby’s legal fate. Ruby was convicted of murder with malice in March 1964 and sentenced to death, but that conviction did not stand. In October 1966, the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals overturned the verdict. The decision was due to excessive pretrial publicity. The court ordered a new trial. Before that retrial could occur, Ruby died on January 3, 1967, from complications related to lung cancer. As a result, no final conviction was in place at the time of his death.

Yet 1963 was not defined by tragedy alone.

Despite its losses, the year was also marked by hope, courage, and meaningful progress. On August 28, Martin Luther King Jr. delivered his “I Have a Dream” speech during the March on Washington. The speech inspired millions. It accelerated the push toward civil rights legislation that would soon follow. In science, Valentina Tereshkova became the first woman in space, orbiting Earth aboard Vostok 6—a milestone celebrated around the globe.

Popular culture flourished as well. The Beatles rose to international fame, bringing a sense of excitement and unity to a generation. Television, animation, and film offered families shared moments of comfort during a rapidly changing time. On the world stage, the United States, the Soviet Union, and the United Kingdom signed the treaty. This treaty was the Partial Nuclear Test Ban Treaty. This treaty represented a hopeful step toward easing Cold War tensions.

Looking back, 1963 stands as a year of contrast—one of profound sorrow and extraordinary progress. It reminds us that even in times of loss, history continues to progress. Resilience and creativity shape it. There is also the enduring hope for something better.

Hogtied on the Linoleum Floor

January 2, 2026December 22, 2025Benjamin2 Comments

Lessons in Trust from Mom and Pop’s Living Room

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I was five or six years old in 1968. That is the thought I had at midnight when I couldn’t fall asleep. I tried counting sheep to fall asleep. Nevertheless, every time one got over the fence, I thought of the Pink Panther cartoon. There was an episode where that cool pink cat finally got all the sheep counted onto one side. Then, they stampeded back and trampled him in bed. I worried that happen to me. So I paused.

By then, I’d lost my place anyway. Was I on thirty-five? Or forty-five? I laughed quietly to myself and started thinking about where I first saw that Pink Panther episode. Ah, yes—the living room floor at my grandparents’ house. I had to have been five or six.

That memory sent me down an entirely different path. I started thinking about my grandparents—Mom and Pop, as I always called them in my stories. Mom was in her seventies, Pop in his eighties. Their home was my escape on many weekends and long summer days. Life there felt simple, steady, and safe.

Mom kept a half-gallon tin can filled with treasures. It contained an old set of dominoes, tiny farm animals, and a little truck. I imagined it hauled just about anything. On the linoleum floor of their den, I spent hours building domino fences to keep the animals contained. Sometimes I hauled them off to market. Other times, I stacked the dominoes carefully into what I imagined was an oil derrick. In 1968, an imagination was powerful. An incomplete set of dominoes became anything a kid wanted it to be.

While I worked, Mom rocked gently in her chair, watching me with a smile as her bird, Billy, sang nearby. Pop sat with his pipe, sending out a steady stream of smoke from his Prince Albert tobacco. That bucket of toys kept me busy all day—or so it seemed. I never thought about the world changing beyond that setting.

If I ever got tired of farming, there was something else waiting in that tin can: a long cotton rope. It was also there if I got tired of building oil wells. And the rope was always for one thing—getting hogtied.

The rules were simple. I had to lie still. No kicking. Pop would tie my hands and feet together behind my back. Then wait until the clock on the china cabinet struck the top of the hour. Only then I tried to get loose. I couldn’t kick myself free—I had to work the knots with my hands. It usually took a good hour, but I always managed to escape.

It wasn’t unusual for neighbors to stop by while the grandson was hogtied on the floor. Jimmy Schriver, who lived across the street and stopped in nearly every day, sometimes offered advice. He even tried to help once or twice, which earned him a sharp rebuke from both Mom and Pop.

“No,”

They’d say.

“He must learn to escape from being hogtied. It’s crucial in case his horse gets stolen. And he gets tied up on the trail.”

To a five-year-old, that sounded perfectly reasonable. My dad and I rode horses often. I watched plenty of Roy Rogers, Dale Evans, Rawhide, and Gunsmoke. This showed me that such things happen. In reality, I’ve never been hogtied by anyone other than my grandparents—but back then, it felt like practical training.

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Lying awake that night, I decided not to count sheep or cattle anymore—no sense risking a stampede. Instead, I wondered how my grandparents would be viewed today. What would someone think if they walked in and saw a child tied up on the floor? The child would be working knots while waiting for the clock to chime.

The more I thought about it, the smarter those two old-timers seemed. They discovered how to channel the boundless energy of a child. They couldn’t outrun or outplay the child. Instead, they turned that energy into patience, problem-solving, and imagination.

We played other games—wahoo, dominoes, bingo—but hogtying is the one that stayed with me. I’d look ridiculous asking for it now. If I see Mom and Pop again someday, I’d know which game to play first.

What I understand now is far more clear to me than it ever was back then. They were not really teaching me how to escape a knot. They were teaching me trust. Trust that I was safe. Trust that I could struggle and still be watched over. Trust that someone would always be nearby. They let me work it out on my own. They never let harm come to me. Being hogtied on that linoleum floor wasn’t about restraint. It was about freedom within boundaries. It was about confidence built quietly. It was the unspoken assurance that I was loved enough to be protected while learning how to untangle myself. That kind of trust, once given, stays with you for life. And today, would probably cause you to lose custody of your children.

Welcome to all the New Subscribers

January 1, 2026January 1, 2026Benjamin6 Comments

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Welcome—truly welcome—to all my new subscribers.

You have chosen to follow my work. I’ve found my way to yours. Or we’ve somehow crossed paths through shared stories and curiosity. Regardless, I’m grateful you’re here. benandsteve.com is a place built on memory and reflection. We believe every life has value. Every voice deserves to be heard.

Here you’ll find personal stories, history, observations, tributes, and occasional wanderings into humor or wonder. Some pieces are quiet. Some are reflective. Some surprise you. All are written with intention and respect for the human experience we share.

benandsteve.com is a storytelling space built on memory, curiosity, and the belief that ordinary lives carry extraordinary meaning. Here you’ll find personal essays, family and local history, tributes, reflections, and observations drawn from lived experience.

This site isn’t about perfection or performance—it’s about honesty, connection, and preserving moments that otherwise be lost. Stories are shared not to impress. They are shared to remember and think. They remind us that we’re not alone in what we carry.

You’re invited to read, wander, think, and return whenever something calls you back.

Thank you for taking the time to read, follow, and engage. I hope something here resonates with you. It can steady you. Or if it reminds you that you’re not alone in this wide, complicated world. You’re always welcome back—and I’m glad you found your way here.

A Warm Welcome to New Subscribers

If you’re new here—welcome. Several reasons you are here. (1.) You have subscribed by choice. (2.) You discovered this site through a shared story. (3.) We have found one another through mutual curiosity. Regardless, I’m genuinely glad you’re here.

benandsteve.com is a place for storytelling in many forms. These include personal reflections, family and local history, and tributes. It also encompasses observations and the occasional moment of humor or wonder. Some posts are quiet and reflective. Others lean into memory, loss, resilience, or simple human connection. All are written with care and intention.

Thank you for reading, subscribing, and spending your time here. I hope something you find steadies you, sparks a memory, or reminds you that stories—especially ordinary ones—still matter. You’re always welcome back.

~ Benjamin ~

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2026!

January 1, 2026December 10, 2025BenjaminLeave a comment

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Wishing you a bright, hopeful, and peaceful New Year. Shall the months ahead bring stories worth telling. My wish is they bring memories worth keeping. I hope they offer moments that remind us we’re all connected in this beautiful, unpredictable world.

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Here’s to a New Year filled with kindness, courage, and the quiet joys that make life meaningful. Shall we step ahead together with gratitude for where we’ve been and anticipation for what’s yet to come.

As we welcome a brand-new year, we hope every heart will find renewal. We wish every home find peace. We want every journey to find purpose. Whatever your traditions or celebrations, I wish you joy, health, and hope in the year ahead.

Benjamin Groff

The Day Jimmy Carter Came To Town

December 31, 2025December 6, 2025BenjaminLeave a comment

One year ago former U.S. President Jimmy Carter passed away. We close this year with a celebration to his life. Recognizing his many accomplishments. Here is one, a promise he had made on the campaign trail before he was elected to office. That if he won the presidency, he would return to Elk City, Oklahoma and thank them. He upheld that promise, as well as many others he made. A man with true humility, honesty and principles. Sorely missed as an example to others. We honor a true a leader by remembering his life!

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On March 24th, 1979, President Jimmy Carter returned to Oklahoma. He came to fulfill a campaign promise he had made during his first run for office. While campaigning, he passed through Elk City, Oklahoma, and vowed that if elected, he would return as President. True to his word, he came back to this small western Oklahoma town to connect with its residents.

By then, the memory of President Ford’s near-assassination and other threats against public figures lingered in the national consciousness. Carter was a peanut farmer from Plains, Georgia. He resonated with Oklahoma Citizens through his humility and shared values. This included his Democratic Party affiliation. First Lady Rosalynn Carter was accompanying him. Her warmth and grace complemented her husband. She left a positive impression on the locals.

At the time, Oklahoma’s Governor George Nigh was a celebrated figure in state politics. George Nigh was elected Lieutenant Governor more times than anyone else. He briefly served as Governor multiple times. This occurred when his predecessors resigned to take other offices. Despite some legal challenges about his eligibility, the State Supreme Court affirmed his ability to serve. He was now in his first full term as Governor. His presence at Carter’s visit added to the significance of the occasion.

The visit brought much excitement and preparation to Elk City, a town of about 12,000. The oil boom had not yet transformed the region. The high school’s field house was the largest venue available for the gathering. Elk City did not have an airport that accommodates Air Force One. Thus, the nearby Clinton-Sherman Airbase in Burns Flat, 15 miles east, was reactivated for the President’s arrival. A motorcade transported President Carter and his entourage to Elk City.

The event attracted widespread attention, with media outlets from a five-state area descending on the town. Governor Nigh, Oklahoma’s First Lady, U.S. Senators, Representatives, and many state officials joined the crowd. The field house overflowed with locals eager to witness history.

President Carter took the stage after introductions by various community leaders. His speech was marked by humility, sincerity, and a willingness to engage directly with the audience. During a question-and-answer session, a young girl boldly asked for a kiss. The President graciously obliged. This act endeared him further to the crowd.

Unlike many politicians who have returned to the comfort of Washington, D.C., President Carter chose to stay overnight at the home of Elk City Mayor Larry Wade. While he and Rosalynn rested, Elk City police officers securely guarded their limousine. It was stored in the fire department’s bay. The fire trucks were temporarily parked on the street. This allowed room for the vehicle. The bay doors were locked to make sure its secure.

The next morning, the Secret Service inspected and prepared the limousine for the journey back to the Clinton-Sherman Airbase. At 7:00 AM, President and Mrs. Carter were to be escorted by a motorcade that included local police and the Oklahoma Highway Patrol. But the Carters had been invited to church. And to church they would go. The President’s and First Lady’s Church attendance was unannounced and brief. Two routes were used to guarantee security, though the President’s exact route remains uncertain. By 8:15 AM, all vehicles converged at the church. The Carters left church and went to the Clinton – Sherman Airfield, near Burns Flat. “Nothing is to schedule” one news reporter was noted as saying. And, for the Secret Service, they appreciated it wasn’t. The changes in the planned activity helped create enough of a distraction.

As Air Force One prepared for departure, President Carter and Rosalynn climbed the stairway. They turned to wave goodbye to the assembled crowd. Then, they boarded the plane. Within minutes, the jet’s engines roared to life. It ascended into the blue Oklahoma sky. The departure left behind a community that felt valued and appreciated.

Jimmy Carter’s visit to Elk City exemplified his commitment to keeping promises and connecting with everyday Americans. Years after making his pledge, he returned to this western Oklahoma town. This return reflected the integrity and personal touch that characterized his presidency.