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September 11th, 2001 How The Day’s Events Unfolded

September 11, 2026

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The Morning Everything Changed

For me, September 11, 2001, began as an average day.

There was nothing about that morning that suggested history was about to interrupt ordinary life.

It was just before 9:00 a.m. I had stopped at the Mayor’s Office in Wichita, Kansas, to drop off schedules and some other papers. After finishing there, I stepped into the elevator to head down toward the Chief of Police’s Office.

Several other people were riding with me.

Then my phone rang.

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At that time, it still wasn’t especially common for everyone to be carrying a cell phone the way we do today. I looked at the incoming number and knew immediately that I probably needed to answer it.

I barely had time to offer a greeting.

I was told to stop what I was doing and get over to the Wichita Eagle as quickly as possible to monitor what I could from the wire.

There had been an attack on the World Trade Center.

That was all I knew.

I made my way toward my vehicle, still trying to understand what I had just been told.

Then another call came.

A second airplane had struck the other tower.

I remember saying aloud, almost in disbelief:

“What? An airplane just hit the towers? Two of them?”

The people standing nearby looked at me in shock.

They wanted to know what was happening.

I told them the only thing I could tell them with any certainty:

Get to a television or a radio.

It appeared our nation was under attack.

By the time I arrived at the Wichita Eagle, the newsroom—or bullpen, as we called it—was unusually quiet.

It was full of reporters, but there was none of the ordinary newsroom chatter.

I stood just outside the room on the landing, watching television monitors and listening as the Associated Press wire sounded with update after update.

Someone would grab the latest report and read it aloud.

New York.

Then Pennsylvania.

Then Virginia and the District of Columbia.

Each update seemed worse than the one before it.

You could feel the realization spreading through the room that this was not going to be a normal news day.

It was going to be a very long day.

None of us standing there could have known just how long its shadow would become.

September 11 would destroy thousands of lives in a matter of hours. It would leave families grieving, reshape national security, change the way Americans traveled, and alter the direction of the country.

But history also has a strange way of reaching into individual lives in ways we cannot immediately see.

That day ultimately became part of the chain of events that changed my own life.

The economic and employment changes that followed would eventually lead Steve and me away from Kansas and the lower Great Plains and toward Arizona.

We went from winters of ice, snow, and cold prairie winds to the Sonoran Desert and summers measured in heat waves.

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Years earlier, I had made Steve a promise that someday we would live in Phoenix.

I simply believed that “someday” was still twenty years away.

Life had other plans.

There is something almost impossible to reconcile about that.

A national tragedy that brought unimaginable grief to so many families also became one of the forces that redirected countless other lives.

Mine was one of them.

That does not lessen the tragedy.

If anything, it reminds me how far the consequences of a single day can travel.

A person can wake up believing they know exactly what tomorrow will look like.

Then the telephone rings.

A television screen changes.

A headline appears.

And suddenly the future takes a road no one had planned to travel.

That is what I remember most about September 11.

Not only the towers.

Not only the newsroom.

Not only the sound of the wire delivering one terrible update after another.

I remember how completely ordinary the morning had been just moments before.

And perhaps that is the lasting lesson.

We never really know which ordinary morning will become the dividing line between before and after.

So love the people around you.

Say what needs to be said.

Keep the promises that matter.

And never assume that because today began ordinarily, tomorrow is guaranteed to look the same.

Some mornings quietly become history.

Another Report Has Surfaced About Cherry Trees Disappearing In D.C.

July 3, 2026July 3, 2026BenjaminLeave a comment

Groff Media ©2026 benandsteve.com Truth Endures  July 3, 2026

This Time it is for a Golf Course.

On April 1, 2026, benandsteve.com published a completely fictional story claiming that Washington, D.C.’s famous cherry trees were being removed. The article was intentionally written as an April Fools’ Day story, and its closing paragraphs made that clear. It was satire—nothing more.

Or so we thought.

Only a few weeks later, we learned that cherry trees actually were being removed as part of a project to stabilize and rebuild the aging seawall surrounding the Tidal Basin. That unexpected twist prompted us to update the original blog, noting that reality had begun to resemble fiction. Seen here.

Now, on July 2, 2026, another unexpected development has surfaced. Reports indicate that plans for a major redesign of the historic East Potomac Golf Links—championed by President Donald Trump—could require the removal of Washington’s oldest grove of cherry trees to make way for a championship golf course. According to published reports, preliminary design plans appear to eliminate the century-old grove along with other public recreational features, although the proposal is already facing legal challenges and has not yet received all required approvals.

It makes one wonder if April Fools’ Day simply arrived three months early. What began as a joke has twice been followed by headlines that sounded remarkably similar. Sometimes the hardest stories to believe are the ones that eventually become real.

George Washington never cut down a cherry tree. The story says that when confronted, he told his father, “I cannot lie.”

Whether the tale is true or not, it has long symbolized the value Americans once hoped to see in their leaders: honesty.

The current occupant of the office appears to have little difficulty doing both—cutting down the proverbial cherry tree and denying it afterward—without so much as a whisper of objection from many of his political peers!

To catch the read on the NEWSWEEK report about the disappearing cherry trees click here.

benandsteve.com Wrote It as Satire. Then 150 Cherry Trees Came Down! Ooops –––

May 24, 2026May 24, 2026Benjamin2 Comments

May 24th, 2026

What began on April 1, 2026, as an April Fools satire on benandsteve.com about the removal of Washington D.C.’s famous cherry trees has taken on an ironic twist worthy of the times themselves. From our perch in Arizona, where benandsteve.com now operates, we imagined what many would consider unthinkable: the federal government removing the beloved cherry trees surrounding the nation’s capital. The story was written purely in the spirit of April Fools humor. After all, the last time our reporting came directly from Washington D.C. was back in 2015, and frankly, we had little desire to return.

Then came the response.

A reader challenged the story as being false. We could hardly argue otherwise — it was intended as satire. But the comment included something unexpected: a claim that the National Park Service was actually removing cherry trees as part of a seawall reconstruction project around the Tidal Basin. Curious, we checked.

The unbelievable part? The reader was right. Thanks to them we checked who ordered it.

Trump is pissed over Cherry bloom in his hair — Blooms falling in wrong persons hair, proves deadly for cherry trees in D.C.

The current occupant of the White House has reportedly expressed frustration over the nation originally receiving the cherry trees as a gift from Japan — a detail aides say had to be explained to him once again during a recent briefing. According to the tongue-in-cheek chatter now circulating through political rumor mills and late-night conversations, the irritation supposedly intensified after a television news segment showed cherry blossoms caught in the President’s hair during a windy appearance near the Tidal Basin. Unfortunately for staff, reports claim several top aides were also seen wearing the pink evidence of spring across their jackets and hairlines, triggering laughter from commentators and little sympathy inside the administration.

Whether fact, fiction, or simply Washington being Washington, the story has now taken on a life of its own.

In reality, trees connected to the historic Japanese gift presented to the United States in the early 1900s are being removed as part of a massive infrastructure effort designed to repair and reinforce the aging seawall surrounding the Tidal Basin in Washington, D.C.. Reports indicate approximately 150 cherry trees have already been removed or are slated for removal during the project.

Sometimes satire collides with reality in the strangest ways imaginable. What was intended as an outrageous fictional jab at modern government decision-making suddenly found itself standing shoulder-to-shoulder with actual events. In an era where truth often feels stranger than fiction, even an April Fools joke can accidentally wander into the headlines.

George Washington never cut down a cherry tree. Meanwhile, history will show 150+ will have been cut down by the Trump Administration.