Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #149
…This is the big magazine launch day. She prepares to greet Herbert Love and the young Ferrells at a continental eatery in the Rochester Arms…
The world is getting smaller, so-to-speak. Things happen faster. Turn your head and you surely have missed something. Important or not, the train of life chugs on, gaining momentum on a downhill grade. Boston, turn around, Rochester, student, turn around, you are an attorney.
“I won’t disappoint you, Mr. Hamilton.”
Turn around, Judith Eastman and say goodbye to the simple life. Remember when: you were much unattached, you would test cameras for your brother, and you went home to a darkened flat with Frisky eagerly awaiting his chance to relieve himself.
The world revolves from night to day, revealing Harv Pearson and a budding national magazine. One has stolen your heart, the other your serene settled existence. She hurriedly piles her waist length hair on top of her pretty head in advance of greeting her house mate on this clear, chilly November day. She will find him on the daybed in her living room, just as she does on a daily basis. There are fewer and fewer true gentlemen in these United States, indeed the world; where in France a Frenchman would bed two women and then have his lunch. Not Harv Pearson, no. He is a throwback, yes, but Judith loves him for it. There is much to be said for waiting to consummate a relationship, even if everyone and her brother probably assume the juicy, yet incorrect.
This is the big magazine launch day. Dressed in her finest blue taffeta gown, she prepares to greet Herbert Love and the young Ferrells at a continental eatery in the Rochester Arms, the stylish hotel that will house the out-of-town players in the inauguration of the Pearson-Eastman Journal.
“Judith, where did you put my gray suit?” Harv wonders.
“Do you mean the one you wear with that red bowtie? Not today. I bought you one of those new tuxedos. It’s hanging in the hall closet.”
“We will look like a best man and maid of honor at a wedding!”
“Perhaps you will acquire some ideas from the occasion.” Judith is hinting at combining names, if it were not for the marquee value of her Eastman tag. “You see, George promised me he would have one of his assistants capture the moment for us – and you know how distinguished George looks for business.”
“Does he sleep with a three piece suit on?”
“NO! He merely looks the part of the world’s leading inventor.”
Pearson withholds citing the surnames Bell and Edison, Ford and other cutting edge innovators. He keeps in mind that, before he arrived on the scene, Judith’s respect and admiration centered on her famous brother. He will muster up as much distinguished as a veteran news hound can. It’s not like he doesn’t cut a fine figure of a man, it’s just the stigma attached to what some folks have labeled “monkey suits”. And there is nothing like his tweed coat, cotton shirt and yes, a neatly tied red bow tie.
“What time is our meeting?” He changes the subject.
The doorbell rings from below.
Judith beckons through the voice pipe, “Who is it?”
“It is me, dear.” His voice echoes up the tube to the second floor.
“Quick, get dressed Harv,” she chastens. “I will be right down to get you, George.”
“I hear the early inventor catches the worm….good gracious Jude, is he in the Greenland time zone?”
“Be kind, Harv. I cannot remember when I’ve seen him so excited.”
“Oh, you wisenheimer!”
Alpha Omega M.D.