Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #276
…Carolyn is wearing a so-called leather bomber jacket she had been given by a returning B-17 tail gunner…
Constance Caraway… rather Carolyn Hanes is waving both arms above her head, on the tarmac of the commercial terminal at LaGuardia Airport. The roar of a taxiing twin engine Douglas DC-3 camouflages her, “Over here, Captain Ford!”, but he spots her nonetheless. He swings the impressive plane around, signaling a big thumb’s up, and a welcome sight in the window above the Constance Caraway P.I. in big bold yellow. He looks as dashing as she had remembered, an opinion slightly tainted by his heroic escapades.
Once in place, and propellers at rest, Robert Ford climbs down the cockpit ladder, his plane’s only entrance beside the cargo bay doors. Lyn has abandoned her bags and is there to apply a hardy embrace. She is wearing a so-called leather bomber jacket she had been given by a returning B-17 tail gunner.
“Is that a bullet hole there?” He puts an index finger into Lyn’s upper left arm. “You didn’t, did you?”
“Join the Air Force, oh my, no?”
“Another Constance fan?”
“Yes, he was so cute, says he would read my stuff on the way back from a bombing run. Now, Bob, he was just a boy.” She reacts to Ford’s sideward glance.
“Well you look like a real flier, Lyn. What do say to taking my baby for a little 1600 mile spin?”
“My little cub would fit underneath one of your wings. Once we’re at altitude, I wouldn’t mind taking the controls for a few hours. What is it, a ten hour flight?”
“76 octane?” Lyn reels in a Clipper memory.
“76? There isn’t a runway in the world long enough if we used straight gasoline. These engines are spoiled rotten, 110, no less, and not in five gallon cans either.” His Clipper recollection includes fueling it with five gallon cans… all four thousand gallons.