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I vividly recall during my tenure as a student at Texas Tech, the day another person in class asked me where I was from. When I told him Benjamin he sort of scoffed and said, “yeah, I go through there sometime and if I blink I’ll miss it.”
Over the years I’ve often revisited that conversation and chuckle when now it seems so many people would like to live in a town this small out here in the Big Empty where coyotes, bobcats and wild hogs own the town after the curtain of darkness falls.
Recently I sent my drone up for a test run just at sunset and was inspired to grab a shot as evening sunlight kissed the western horizon. The expansive view brought back memories of old photographs I have seen of Benjamin in the early 20th century with mesquite trees and open rangeland between buildings. The majestic old courthouse, demolished in 1935, stood like a monolith among the sparse buildings scattered about.
Looking down at the pickup and trailer crossing the intersection revived memories of the day some 40 years ago when I was running low on fuel while flying a 1946 Aeronca Champ and landed in town, taxied up to the brick gas station at the intersection and “filled er up” with fuel. As I taxied back onto the highway to take off, I thought, “only in Benjamin…”
This town and the surrounding landscape has been instrumental in shaping my life and for that I will always be thankful.
Incidentally, the only other plane to land and taxi to the exact spot where I refueled so long ago was during WWII when a P-38 Lightning experienced engine trouble and taxied into Benjamin for the night. I’m sort of proud to be in such company!!
Wishing all a great week!

Over the years I’ve often revisited that conversation and chuckle when now it seems so many people would like to live in a town this small out here in the Big Empty where coyotes, bobcats and wild hogs own the town after the curtain of darkness falls.
Recently I sent my drone up for a test run just at sunset and was inspired to grab a shot as evening sunlight kissed the western horizon. The expansive view brought back memories of old photographs I have seen of Benjamin in the early 20th century with mesquite trees and open rangeland between buildings. The majestic old courthouse, demolished in 1935, stood like a monolith among the sparse buildings scattered about.
Looking down at the pickup and trailer crossing the intersection revived memories of the day some 40 years ago when I was running low on fuel while flying a 1946 Aeronca Champ and landed in town, taxied up to the brick gas station at the intersection and “filled er up” with fuel. As I taxied back onto the highway to take off, I thought, “only in Benjamin…”
This town and the surrounding landscape has been instrumental in shaping my life and for that I will always be thankful.
Incidentally, the only other plane to land and taxi to the exact spot where I refueled so long ago was during WWII when a P-38 Lightning experienced engine trouble and taxied into Benjamin for the night. I’m sort of proud to be in such company!!
Wishing all a great week!
