Forever Mastadon ~ Episode 182
…My dad was told that he couldn’t make a movie about lesbians, so he said, ‘That’s alright, we’ll call them Hungarians’…
Oops. Young Goldwyn has accidently stepped into tabooed doo doo.
Connie’s face turns robust shade of crimson .
“Hey, I misquote the Bible all the time,” Billy fortuitously rushes past those misplaced sexual references. “Say, if you are looking for outside work, I have been thinking about recording my Chicago Crusade, in case you would be interested.”
“I could hang around town for a while, if it is worth my while,” Goldwyn the younger speculates about his near future. “I could edit my footage for the air travel documentary here in Chicago instead of going back to California.”
“May I suggest that I relinquish my rights for anything you film at our meetings, you know, all those intensely personal stories about folks from all walks of life getting saved? It is some powerful theater.”
“My father has a screenplay about a traveling tent preacher; maybe we can take something away from it, work together on a picture down the road.”
“Sounds great, but I’ve got to get back to my people, Samuel. Samuel — that is a great name, 1st & 2nd in the Old Testament.” Pastors cannot help but tie everyday things into the Bible. Graham hands the conversation back, “You can reach me through Miss Caraway.”
“The way things come together these days is the cat’s meow… we travel by air and talk over the telephone, just like that,” like the snap of her fingers, Constance comments on how things can form a network so quickly these days.
“The cat’s meow, the cat’s pajamas whatever, this cat is making Chicago home for a month.”
“You better bring your new wife out or you won’t be married for long.”
“Good point, Cassie, I will ring up Jennifer from the terminal.”
“It’s Connie and if you don’t start getting my name right, you won’t live to see tomorrow!”
“Look, I’m taking notes,” he scribbles away quickly. “We have Constance Caraway and Ace Bannion, Rev. Billy and who…?”
“… and Fanny Renwick, Worth Moore, Martin Kamen, Eddie & Edie Dombroski, Jesse James and the star of the show, Willard Libby, over there with blood running down his temple. Got it Goldwyn?”
“I have a feeling that I will be meeting the rest of these folks soon,” Samuel’s mother had little to do with his rearing, so there is an adjustment period with a dominant female like Constance, “and remind me not to ruffle your feathers.”
There is a preponderance of high achievers gathering in Chicago. You could call it just a coincidental confluence of concerned citizens, but you would be wrong.
There are no coincidences under the loving umbrella of God and there exists but one rainmaker capable of arranging for these dramatis personae, in this place, at this time.
CONSTANCE CARAWAY P.I.
page 144 (end Ch. 15)