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Responding To The Last Call ––– The Last Of The Calls As They Were Reported 16

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Presented by benandsteve.com By: Benjamin Groff II©

It had been a long year. On January 5th, 1983, we lost an officer in the line of duty. That spring, three officers were arrested for stealing from a business they’d responded to on an alarm call. By summer, automobile burglaries and thefts were on the rise. The suspects were careful, leaving no evidence. Their modus operandi was smooth and untraceable—no one ever heard, saw, or interrupted these thieves. Most stolen items ranged in value from around $200, making each theft a felony under Oklahoma law.

The city was facing yet another wave of crime. Typically, it had about 10,000 residents, but the recent oil boom brought an influx, swelling the population to around 25,000. The sudden increase in population put a strain on the city’s resources, leading to a rise in crime. Jobs attracted people from all over, but housing needed to catch up. Tent cities sprang up in the southern sector, and parks filled with tents when vacant lots overflowed. Expecting thousands of oil jobs, many newcomers broke and scraped by.

Among the job seekers were newly released inmates from Cook County Detention in Chicago. Judges offered a stark choice: a one-way bus ticket to Elk City, Oklahoma, or a lengthy jail sentence. Most took the bus ticket. Upon arrival, they had to call the detention center from Elk City’s bus depot to check-in. Ducks in the city park began disappearing as desperate people scavenged for food. In response, the city council enacted a law prohibiting the molestation of ducks, with fines and jail time for violations. Signs reading “DO NOT MOLEST THE DUCKS” popped up, adding a hint of levity to an otherwise grim situation.

But ducks were far from the town’s biggest problem. It wasn’t the bars, the transient hotels renting beds by the shift, or even the “ladies of the night.” The real threat seemed to be the string of broad daylight robberies plaguing the community’s three leading grocery stores, and each hit at least once. One robbery even happened just a block from the police station, with the suspects abandoning their getaway vehicle behind the station in a post office lot.

The police department’s image was suffering. Officers worked 12-hour shifts, often doubling up due to the flood of calls, sometimes stacked five to ten deep. I reported at 5 p.m. for a 6 p.m. start to my 12-hour shift one day, noticing a huddle of high-ranking officers and county deputies outside an office. Figuring I’d get briefed later, I didn’t poke around—I had enough court subpoenas already without getting involved in another incident. And this was one situation I was glad to avoid.

“You have got to be kidding me,”

When my Captain came over, he told me they’d just brought in an officer for raping his daughter. This shocking revelation not only shamed the individual officer’s reputation but cast a shadow on the entire department; as police officers failed, the public’s trust in law enforcement was further eroded.

“You have got to be kidding me,” was all I could say.

This scandal was nearly the final blow for our department, already reeling from the recent departure of a chief struggling with personal issues. Within hours, newspapers and television stations caught wind of the arrest, and the phone lines lit up. Callers unleashed waves of abuse, condemning every officer affiliated with the department. The calls went on for days, creating a hostile environment for all officers and making their jobs even more difficult.

The officers arrested earlier in the year were convicted, further damaging the department’s reputation.

Amid this turmoil, my law enforcement career truly began. Although I had worked in various positions and departments, it was in this community that I found my calling. This city is where I started my adult life and career earnestly. I remained loyal to this place, forming memories with people in the booking area, the jail, and the streets. A shift in the workforce followed, which opened doors for me—an unexpected opportunity in a turbulent time. Could it get any worse? The heat was about to get turned up. In coming stories!

(You’ve been reading the back story for the big news over the next forty years involving several lives and lifetimes.)

Reminiscences

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When the youngest officer on duty is the only resource available, the weight of responsibility rests heavily on his shoulders, underscoring the significance of his role.

Our town’s police force was small, with just twelve officers. Eight were assigned to the streets, patrolling, responding to calls, controlling traffic, and maintaining visibility. The remaining four worked in the office, answering phones, dispatching calls over the radio, and managing the jail’s inmates. The officers rotated between desk and patrol duties, ensuring they stayed sharp and well-versed in all aspects of the job.

Most shifts saw only one officer on patrol and one in the office. This lean staffing was the backdrop when I first joined the police department and met Chief Marion Toehay Jr., known to me simply as Junior or Chief.

Junior and I formed a friendship that spanned over fifty years. Together, we witnessed the stark realities of life and death, often arriving too late to save those in peril. The helplessness we felt in those moments was crushing, made worse by the accusing stares of grieving families who saw us as their last hope.

One such event took place at a State Park east of the City. We arrived in a secluded area and noticed a boat stalled in the middle of the lake. The people onboard were waving and shouting, but their words got lost in the distance. As we waved back, trying to assess the situation, it became clear the boat was sinking.

We shouted for them to stay with the boat, realizing quickly that we couldn’t reach them from where we stood. We jumped back into the car and raced toward the dam, sirens blaring and lights flashing. Junior was on the radio, desperately calling for the Lake Patrol or anyone with a boat to respond. But the only way to reach the sinking boat was to drive fifteen miles around the lake on rural roads.

When we arrived, only the boat’s nose remained visible, bobbing on the water. A man clung to it, the sole survivor. He told us that a father and his two children had drowned, trying to swim to shore instead of staying with the boat.

At that time, the Oklahoma Lake Patrol was often assigned to different lakes, a reality dictated by tight state budgets. Law enforcement presence on lakes was inconsistent, as it may still be today in some areas. The Lake Patrol recovered the bodies of the father and his children that night and the following day.

Junior and I found ourselves witnessing several drownings, often by tragic coincidence, whenever we were near the lake or river. It seemed almost inevitable.

The department was also where I encountered my first homicide—a brutal murder-suicide that has stayed with me. A couple going through a divorce ended their marriage in violence. The husband had hidden in their home, and when his wife returned to gather belongings, he slipped up behind her and shot her in the back of the head. She crumpled to the floor, unaware of his presence or intent.

He then went to the bedroom, entered the ensuite, and used a shotgun loaded with double-ought buckshot to end his own life. The blast obliterated his face, leaving a gruesome scene with skull fragments embedded in the ceiling and blood splattered across the walls. Fingerprints confirmed his identity, but everyone in town knew who he was.

That was my first assignment at 18, in a department stretched thin. A pow-wow was happening in town, and every officer was working overtime. The City’s ambulance had to transport a critically ill prisoner to a hospital 50 miles away, and someone had to accompany them. It fell to me. Despite having just finished a 12-hour shift, I boarded the ambulance at 7:00 AM, the roads shrouded in fog as we responded to Code 3. The nurse was upset that I’d handcuffed the combative prisoner to the stretcher, and the driver got lost on the way. It was chaotic, but in many ways, it was one of the best times of my life.

What Is It That Makes Country–Country Music?

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The True Legends: From Jimmie Rodgers to Willie Nelson

Country music, a genre deeply ingrained in the tapestry of American culture, draws its strength from the trials, joys, and heartaches of everyday life. From its modest beginnings to its monumental ascent, the narrative of country music is a tapestry woven with characters and stories that resonate with unwavering authenticity and passion. The true legends of country music—Jimmie Rodgers, Hank Williams, George Jones, Hank Locklin, Faron Young, and many others—have left an indelible mark on this genre, each contributing to its legacy with a unique and profound resilience.

Jimmy Rodgers

Jimmie Rodgers, known as the “Father of Country Music,” was one of the first to bring the genre into the national spotlight. Born in Meridian, Mississippi, Rodgers combined the sounds of rural southern blues with the yodeling of Swiss folk music, creating a distinctive style that captivated audiences. His songs, like “Blue Yodel” and “In the Jailhouse Now,” spoke to the struggles and stories of ordinary folk, setting the stage for future country artists to follow.


Hank Williams, often hailed as the “King of Country Music,” continued this tradition with his poignant lyrics and heartfelt delivery. Songs like “Your Cheatin’ Heart” and “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” became anthems of sorrow and longing, touching the hearts of millions. Williams’ influence is so profound that his music still echoes the work of contemporary country artists.

Faron Young

George Jones brought a new depth to country music with his rich, expressive voice. Known for his rollercoaster life and tumultuous relationships, Jones channeled his experiences into his music, producing forever hits like “He Stopped Loving Her Today” and “The Grand Tour.” His ability to convey raw emotion made him a beloved figure in country music, earning him the nickname “The Possum.”

Hank Locklin

Hank Locklin and Faron Young also shaped the country music landscape. With his smooth tenor voice, Locklin was known for hits like “Please Help Me, I’m Falling” and “Send Me the Pillow You Dream On,” showcasing his unbelievable talents to blend traditional country with pop sensibilities. Young, on the other hand, brought a honky-tonk edge to his music with songs like “Hello Walls” and “Live Fast, Love Hard, Die Young,” capturing the rebellious spirit of the genre.

These legends performed everywhere—from the hills and hollows to the bustling streets of New York City. They sang in juke joints, honky-tonks, street corners, and county fairs, sharing their music with anyone who would listen. Their songs spoke of the heart and soul of America, touching on themes of love, loss, cheating, and redemption. They didn’t rely on flashy gimmicks or expletive-laden lyrics; their music and performances were a testament to their genuine connection with the audience. They thrived on the crowd’s energy, dressed to the nines, ready to pour their hearts out on stage.

George Jones & Ben G.

Having had the honor of spinning records at AM and FM stations nationwide and serving as a news reporter, I’ve witnessed firsthand how the magic of country music resonates with people. Unfortunately, today’s radio often fails to capture the essence of what made country music great. It has lost its way, drowned in a sea of commercialism and superficiality. As a devoted follower of country music, I find solace in satellite radio, particularly Willie’s Roadhouse, where the spirit of authentic country music lives.

Willie Nelson, one of the few remaining legends from the golden age of the country, continues to be a beacon of authenticity in the genre. His music, characterized by its sincerity and simplicity, reminds us of what country music once was and still can be. His influence and contributions are immeasurable, and I extend my best wishes to him and heartfelt thanks to everyone who has kept the spirit of country music alive. 

Willie Nelson

In conclusion, country music is not just a genre; it is a reflection of the American experience. The legends shaped it with their talent, integrity, and a deep connection to their audience. Their music continues to resonate because it speaks to the universal themes of life—love, heartache, joy, and sorrow. As we look to the future, let us remember and honor these true legends who paved the way. Let their legacy inspire a new generation of country artists to keep the heart and soul of this beloved genre alive, preserving its spirit for generations to come.

IT WAS JUST ANOTHER DAY, UNTIL THE PHONE CALL!

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  • For all anyone knew, it was just another day. The sun was rising and appeared to be sunny, with average temperatures warming to 75 degrees by midafternoon, with a light wind from the south. That was the weather forecast everyone heard to start the day, as it echoed from speakers in the downtown square broadcasting from the local radio station KBAD. Topping the news from KBAD included a report concerning a house fire, two auto accidents, and a lost dog report. The station did not broadcast national news because the management felt it included more divisive material for the community and the station’s audience. KBAD’s motto promoted the station and its fans as * Kindhearted * Brilliant * Ambitious and * Devoted! It had a unique frequency on the AM Dial at 1000.0khz AM and 100.0mhz FM. The frequency identifier permitted those who wish to find it an easy way to remember its location on the radio dial. Operating by remote control authorization from the Federal Communications Commission, KBAD’s radio tower stood in two separate locations. The FM Broadcast Transmitter and Antenna broadcast on the same tower as many of the local television stations’ antenna services towers near the edge of town. The AM Broadcast Transmitter was with three directional towers west of the city on a hill that permitted the station to fluctuate power between sunrise – sunset – sunrise hours. The AM station reduced power during the daytime, and the signal with increased power would reach a different area than at night. The night signal could reach several states.
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       The day was unfolding as usual, with one of our regular radio programs in full swing. Suddenly, in the midst of a phone-in segment, a caller made a startling revelation –––

“Do you people know that there is a guy hanging from your radio tower west of town? He is just dangling there.”

The Host was surprised by the caller comment and replied

 Sir, this is a live show. Please, this is not a time for pranks.

The caller shot back. – The caller’s voice was urgent, his words cutting through the airwaves.

‘This is not a joke,’ he insisted. ‘There’s a man, about three-fourths of the way up your middle tower, hanging upside down. You need to get him help.’

The Host, with urgency in his voice, told listeners

We take this seriously; our station manager and engineer are coming to the tower, and emergency responders are responding.

The Host then suggested that the caller should have notified 911 before calling the radio station first.

The man hanging upside down had been hired as a contractor to change the red blinking lights once a year to make sure that it met FCC requirements. On his way up, he experienced a fatal heart attack. He was tied off and had his safety gear on, which prevented him from falling when he could not continue climbing or descent. Due to how high he was, a specialized team of climbers had to be dispatched from over three hundred miles away to go to the scene and create a plan to lower him. It took over 24 hours to get the man to the ground safely.