Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 187

…A fly on the wall…

Here is a random (edited) sample of comments from the Chicago Stadium luxury suite at Billy Graham’s Crusade stop:

“Let’s slide the window open, I don’t feel like part of the crowd,” Constance complains.
“My husband is allergic to seafood,” Edie D. knows her husband like a bee knows its hive.
“Have you tried the shrimp cocktail?” Newly released Eddie D. asks. “This sure beats hospital food.”
“I am impressed with Willard Libby. I learned things that I hadn’t considered before,” Worth Moore’s first taste of carbon— carbon dating that is, is enlightening.
“I’ll have you know that my sister’s boy never scored less than an A in school,” Tolentine devotee Mary Joseph is beaming with family pride, in light of her nephew’s starring role.
“I wonder if Willard is going to mention my name during his presentation.” Every scientist expects credit for his work. Martin Kamen is no different.
“I have agents stationed at every gate.” Agent Daniels has his attention focused on his walkie-talkie, not allowing his search engine to idle. Such is the scope of his personal investment in the Libby Affair and Forever Mastadon long before that.
“I was part of the original search squadron retracing Amelia Earhart’s flight plan. I was positive that we would have found by now.” Ace doesn’t brag, he merely inserts himself into aviation history now and then.
“This is what sheer terror looks like live!” Sam Goldwyn’s projector screen replays The Blue Ridge Angel belly flopping at Midway Airport.
“My shoulder is killing me,” Fanny tries to adjust her sling, the inconvenient result of her own heroic accident.
“We’re all sinners, each and every one of us!” Billy Graham broadcasts through the loudspeakers.