Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #254
…“Too many cooks spoil the broth,” Judith recounts trouble brewing in the eastern Pacific Ocean…
“If I am following this correctly, there is a worldwide alert and yet the world isn’t in on it.”
“That’s about it, Mrs. Eastman. You read that thing and you would think that another world war has started.”
“Maybe FDR doesn’t want to rock the boat leading up to the election?” she theorizes, in an attempt to explain why the most powerful country on the planet is literally sitting on its collective hands, yea, sticking its head in the sand.
“Roosevelt is no dummy that is for sure. I just think that there are too many pots boiling on the stove… no,” he rethinks his analogy, “the pots that are boiling individually are manageable. It’s like the stoves are too far apart for one cook to supervise. We need more cooks.”
“Too few cooks and the guests go home hungry.”
Comparative phrases are flying around the passenger cabin like so many analogous ping pong balls.
“What is this,” enters the queen of silent films, “Mister Terry Trippe in a serious discussion?”
“Me thinks my reputation precedes me, Mary. You shouldn’t believe everything you read.”
“Rag is harsh, but… “
”But watch it!” warns Judith, now peering through the lens of her Kodak friend. “The camera can be your friend… or not.” Click. “And my travel feature will net you priceless publicity.”
“…it’s not what I had in mind. They do a fine job of reporting the facts.” Click.
“And Judith Eastman is the finest photographer of the twentieth century.”
“And don’t you forget it. Now move over by that window,” Judith motions as she adroitly scales the next seat over for an angle that brings the looming land below into the picture. Click. There is a plume of smoke rising thousands of feet in the air. “That appears serious!”
“We were supposed to land there. That is one of my bases! Damn! It’s burned to the ground.”
From the ashes of the funeral pyre to the smoldering cinders of human conflict, the phoenix rises anew.